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<span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">When God Blinked</span>
It was the year 590 After Cain’s Exile that I landed ashore, mouth hanging wide open like every other man that hadn’t seen the City before. My father had fought in the Crusade Adamant that secured our promise of safe passage as pilgrims, and it almost seemed impossible that we had triumphed at all let alone won such concessions. Impossible. A word I’ll not use lightly again, for my understanding of it has changed forever.
How can I describe that terrible day? The chord of terror that was struck in the heart of every man alive when the pall of darkness was cast like a shroud over us all. I had read of an eclipse by one wayward Sister before and, as ill an omen as that undoubtedly is, we all knew that was not what we were witnessing here. I will remember my first glimpse of that awful celestial body casting its terrible moonlight of cardinal and carmine across the face of the earth.
Many died in the panic from those first terrible moments where our understanding of the world was turned upside down. And many more died in the riots that followed as the City devolved into complete lawlessness. I am eternally grateful to the Knights Comitas, had they not taken us into their sanctuary we would surely have perished out there in the madness. The chaos outside was made all the worse by the Dragon Guard withdrawing enmasse to the Crescent Palace. I remember hating them, those purple liveried soldiers of the Dragon Guard, when those giant gates slammed shut. To me it seemed that they were leaving all their own citizens out here to face what felt like the end of the world. But that was before I heard the sounds of battle coming from inside.
Theories abounded of a coup, finally the vying castes had turned to open war instead of assassins and brinkmanship. Twice I heard the heard a thunderous roar so bestial and terrible it sent me cowering into corner of the overcrowded lodging serving as a hiding place, along with snarls that carried across the city accompanied by a swathes of flame that lit up whole wings of the palace. We could hear screams too, and not just the screams of the mortally wounded. They were terrible wails wrenched out from such torment that chilled the spine. Doubtless palace traitors meeting their grisly end, although I remember thinking it odd that the torturous executions were taking place when the battle in the palace still sounded like it was ongoing.
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