Everything seemed to have gone silent for Seanate. Until wind would gradually begin hip and howl like a pack of savage wolves running throughout the land. First something not assumed to be more than rain rolling in. What appeared a light sprinkle quickly overshaddowed by heavy rain and sharp needlike hail. Buildings creaked, swayed, and rattled, and many of the weaker collapsing to rubble as the ground shook with violence. Even with the raging storm, wet and ice cold, fire was naturally caught due to this tremor. Much would be lost to nothing but ash with a quickness. 

Leading all this destruction was a stampede of steeds and their soldiers. Their hooves in competition with the thunder bellowing. Each flash of light pushed them further as if their flanks were snapped by a whip. The sounds and sights couldn’t be missed and neither they couldn’t be felt. The poor townsfolk wailed in terror like a choir to a symphony of war. All conducted by one wretched man leading the fleet. From within the shade of his hood, his orbs glowed a bright stark white. 

Opposing knights would dare try to cut his path, but the dark emperor of Seddow could not be stopped so easily. His men and women were overwhelming in both power and grit. Anyone who dared to come between their lord and his plight would be dead long before ever getting the chance to witness his fearsome glory. Even the foliage within miles of him could not stand but to die. Grass turned black and brittle while flowers wilted as if bowing in submission, turning black, and dying as well. 

The horses gracefully weaving through the streets fallen with debris. Meanwhile the thickest and darkest of dust rose from the ruins left behind the emperor’s trail. Smiling up at the castle gates, just a bridge away, the man at the head reared his silver stallion and raised his hand to signal his men to ram. There were already archers readying their arrows and men preparing the catapults from the tops of the barrier, however their stance did not last as with a simple wave of his hand, a large gust blew them back. Many falling from the wall to their deaths while others may have been rendered unconscious from having their bodies clashed against the stone bricking. Soon enough the gate was breached and the large oak log abandoned as the dark emperor’s army stormed below a circling of charged clouds. 

While a bloody battle ensued around him, the dark emperor remained untouchable as he dropped down from his mount. When his boots met the ground, he reached up to the sky as if to take something. To which he did. A gentle beam of light came toward his hand and filled his palm with a bouncing ball of white static. The other hand pushed out in front of two grand doors. Although bolted well, the entrance gave in almost too easily. He was ready to confront whatever waited inside and he would find the one responsible.