Skullius saw the swarm descend earnestly, and land right over the frightened civilians who couldn't do anything in the face of the vast tide of living unknown. Their eyes could hardly see the movements of the creatures, and thus, even their response to what occurred next was belated, if it even existed.
The scene devolved into something out of a horror epic. No. Perhaps, for Skullius at least, it reminded him of what happened during the Premium Age Royale, the unseen process that led to the pillar of souls that were dropped into the seal which had been carved on the ground to resurrect Rayn.
As the creatures of green and blue nestled on top of the heads of thousands of Sif in fractions of time unfathomable for the common man, they became bathed in a whitish-pink, starry light that flaked over their victims and caused them to freeze.
The manner in which it happened was rather unnerving. It was almost as though time had stopped over every individual target.