166 The End of The Eclipse

15 YEARS AGO, YEAR 5 OF THE MARELIRIAN ECLIPSE

Everyone hears the assaults first before they see the perpetrators. Gunshots, consecutive fires resulting to small but still very audible explosions, coming from all around the village borders, all firing inward, their targets obvious. There is renewed screaming, renewed panic all over. The golden-eyed people of the Aryan tribe run around, unsure what to do, uncertain where to go, not knowing how to save themselves from the chaos all around them. 

Some try to resort to their wielding, only to heave and fall to the ground, blood flowing from every hole in their body, their entire figures gushing with blood, not from the bullets, but from the old spell that the enemies revived especially to fight them. These victims curl inwards, pain radiating from all over their body, their muffled screams lost amid the confusion.