A troublesome one.

The call had been made and the Ritual was underway. With the Primordial approaching, it was expected that the human settlements would experience attacks intended to finish off the remaining humans so no soul could escape the eldritch abomination.

Countermeasures were put in place to ensure the safety of civilians. Some focused on preventing any Fallen would appearing among the adult population, others were intended to stop Primordial Spawn from reaching the settlements.

Both Valkyries and Nephilim were deployed. As the minutes passed no sign of danger was spotted anywhere, but it was exactly for that reason that everyone remained on high alert.

"This is… troubling." Mimir lowered the tablet in her hand and heaved a sigh.

She glanced at the crimson haired queen giving a speech a short distance away then at the Nephilim who had just arrived. An illusory pain drew a hand to her neck and as she gently rubbed it another tired sigh escaped her.