Iron Shield City, On the City Wall
The flag symbolizing the old order has been torn down, and the gray-robed followers silently and efficiently clean the battlefield, confiscate weapons, and spread the faith of light and shadow to more people.
However, just as the fruits of victory have yet to be fully savored and the seeds of faith have yet to take deep root in this fortress...
A disaster descended.
No gathering storm clouds, no warning of fierce winds; in that bright, nearly eerie sky, a pure black thunderbolt, seemingly capable of devouring all light, suddenly tore through the sky like a judgment spear without any warning.
"Boom!!"
The pitch-black storm thunder descended, seeming to carry with it the madness and destruction of all things, directly striking down towards the gray-robed army below where a young man in a Chaos Robe stood.
