Legends could have been written about the swift golden white swallow and the black worm clashing in the pretty, dark skies. After all, over a decent portion of Opungale, the two were seen, if for a very brief morsel of time. Both Sif and Maqians also heard deafening undulations in the depth of the world's ceiling echoing all throughout the continent, and few had the honor of seeing the two up close.
Skullius' figure moved in a straight line, leaving a lengthy trail that took seconds to be wiped out of the atmosphere. It wasn't at all clear, but an excited expression was on his face. He dropped from the sky with flawless vertical grace only to shoot straight left just before he hit the ground. His figure was too fast for the common Sif he passed between in the streets, all too preoccupied with looking in horror at billows of smoke rising from different directions which they thought to signal the destruction of other Auroras.