The long enemy trumpet sound shattered the fog like the scream of an enraged god.
TuuuuuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!
The low note echoed from all four directions at once long, deep, and brimming with vengeance. Their banners fluttered more violently. The holy light of the archangel Seraphiel blazed brightly in the gray sky, as if granting a final blessing before the slaughter. Thousands of swords were raised in unison. The alliance army advanced like a wave of metal and light.
Inside Nocturne, the response did not come from trumpets, but from the darkness itself.
From the peak of the central castle tower, a gigantic shadow opened its jaws.
ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
