A high building, almost reaching the ocher skies, collapsed near the location of the Keep. A precipitous maelstrom and explosions were heard from afar. It was Nethaniel. He held no room for mercy in this time of war, or defeat will succumb him. Kill or be killed was the famous mantra during these times. Dreygo understood this, it was always what he held during his years as a Harbinger. Killing was the only way to survive and the only way to acquire power in a dreadful place. Somewhat he was at war every single minute. Even his restful sleep could not be considered as restful. A thirty-minute nap could be dangerous for him, constantly moving.

The Nocturnals heaved the caves and mountains, thus hiding amongst them was not also feasible. Nocturnals kill everything to all beings unlike them. He suddenly remembered them in the tunnels, hiding and waiting for the most opportune moment.

The Heaven Army bellowed in chaos and fear. He felt worry had blanketed the vast ranks but not obviously f