They knew the story of Neromasa's defeat at the hands of monsters, and how in a pyrrhic victory they used their mastery of the arcane to bind the northern stretches with a spell so mighty it drained them and left them defenseless as they were set upon. They had sealed themselves inside to ensure that nobody could ever come upon this place. However two weeks ago Da'Mura was ready to unseal it for its resources, being ruled by the Skeptics party it was easy to devise a technology to interrupt the flow of the magic. Not to dismantle it but to create an unsustainability in the process, meaning it would be a small tear just for their kind.
When they entered, it was a barren wasteland devoid of all life, devoid of everything honestly. There wasn't anything there in the more literal of terms. Except for the monsters who looked upon the new invaders and set upon them viciously before the spell was resealed and the expedition was deemed lost. However,once the creatures knew of the fact they were trapped.....
The sound of all encompassing negativity filled the air as their monstrosities for weapons began a barrage of energy in a focused point where the expedition had come from. They had the information on how the field could be disrupted somehow due to possibly eating the expedition, and thus they knew what kind of resonance would cause fracturing and allow them to begin spouting forth. Originally it was tolerable, managed by sheer firepower and defensive command. Then their mana reserves started to deplete, and it was over. Some fell back, and were even now in other countries hiding from the creatures, envoys and diplomats, far off aristocrats who could afford safe passage even if it meant everything they owned.
They wouldn't explain why, only that the country was imploding in on itself, in reality it was a plague of new nightmares that unceasingly marched forward. This was the sight from the deck of the Versian Empire's lead warship sitting a mile out form the old port of the crumbling nation's capital,
Aro. The sight of strange demon statues tearing civilians apart or blasting buildings into fine powder, Da'Mura was not built for war they were built for commerce and they had an outdated military structure that relied on simple blackpowder weaponry and magic. However that magic power had been enough to put them on par with other nations in terms of military strength.
Now even as the Knights of Arkresh were trying to surround a horned statue, a new creation stepped forward glowing with the reek of arcane being carried off the port. In a moment they were vaporized, and their essence confiscated. If they wanted to they could try and bombard the coastline,
try to obliterate this new threat but for the time being the whole of them seemed incapable of touching down onto the water or causing any damage,
so why bother? Why not just observe what was happening to thousands of years of history. What came behind these destroyed were four armed alien creatures.
Their hands burned away the material they began to gather and they flung massive stocks of rubble to and fro at one another breaking off components mildly and with no shift in behavior tot he chaos around them.....Monsters, truly so.
To the south others were not faring much better, bordering nations were quarantining the threats, and trying to retain order. Among those bearing witness were reconnaissance forces from Ex-Arcadia. It was clear that total destruction was occurring just a few scant miles to the horizon as ancient monolithic temples were bombarded into crumbing ruins. Women children, elders, soldiers, priests, all were running, screaming, and find themselves under the machinations of some sort of twisted malevolence that spread out a spell of sheer agony upon them. With them bent over in indescribable mental torment they were quickly harvested and dragged screaming back into the madness of the fall of Da'Mura.
Not int he sinister sense which was odd, but the air felt of the annihilation of all; as if this was greater than a fight of good and evil and more of a base fight for existence itself. The reek of desolation upon the earth finally reached them all. Those attuned more in the studies of the world and its capabilities of weather would be bale to feel the brunt of the cry of the now stripped apart landscape far fro themselves, however all Nedril would be able to recognize the cry of their gods in agony as the world of Evermore was under assault by alien concepts.
Whether they would prefer it or not, something was out there and could feasibly pose a threat to their very existence as a species on their precious planet.....
Above there really was something beating its wings, it was a creature of great an terrible design, of a large size and charged with electrical pulses that it continued to belt out rendering local power inert....or maybe that was power plants being assaulted and overrun. However it was striving for its goal, it was succeeding in spreading an outlash of panic, it was also firing out orbs of pure plasma which burned away anything it struck. This was a great and terrible evil.
The screams, the smells, the feeling as the building began to crumble with the frightened woman inside......
However Dahlia awoke, safely inside her bed and protected by ALICE within the confines of the artificial city-state of Vireal, so the visions of her homeland under siege were but that....visions, nightmares, imagination. Perhaps not however as far off along the coast the homeland of Red Heart burned under the oppressive onslaught of The Guardian's Ancestor forces.....
Below is a sprawling ancient city, that intertwines and encompasses, burrows and raises, stretches throughout the mountains forever it would seem. Made of golds, silvers, grays and reds and rainbows of living colors that move and shift. Everything would bring rational minds close to vomiting from the sensory explosion. You can hear light, smell sounds, and taste emotions, up is foreign, down is forgotten, all space is everywhere.
This is a truly alien place that you only perceive through a limited spectrum of fundamental undertaking, and in a flutter its over. But you are not yet free; however the two of you can now see the other in this place. Chairwoman Drusilla, the Fenerox of Uprea; Eliza Viel Aelas III, Monarch of Aedilian. Before you sits a massive creature of around sixteen feet tall, and what originally appears to be armor is actually his body, the two horns acting as sensory organs as they glow to your appearance. IT says nothing, but stand upright looking downwards as it lifts an arm, and the three are flung back into the strange landscape, only too see it overrun by entities more horrifying than any bomb and more deadly than any army. They're everywhere, filling the mountains, the city, and feasting on denizens running scared while their god and their leader try and protect them as best they can.
Suddenly the darkness returns and the entity has returned, he speaks, but is not truly heard. However he is felt, and through that feeling there is meaning in what he says, it is not that you can perceive his words but that you can endure his intentions. "We....shall.....return" With that a whiplash occurs almost, and he recedes into the darkness and thus the nightmare seems to have ended.... for now, the last visage you see is the fading of the other in accompaniment of yourself.
This was not to be lived out, something came upon them at their peak and sent ripples through the old world. Monsters, four armed and multi-eyed were rampaging through with statues of demons. While the ancient empire did battle their trade and dedicated outposts were overrun by rivals and so their empire crumbled by both sides. Had they been able to garner the help of more peoples perhaps the threat could've been eradicated and finally dispatched.
But it wasn't, and the Neromasa used an advanced technique to seal themselves away in the desperate hope they could at least safeguard the world even as it turned its back on them. But the Dragon Emperor and the High Queen knew, quite well, that the plan had finally fallen. Such secrets were held only by their office as a matter of grave importance, that if the threat should come alive again then something would have to be done about it or risk destabilization and possible ruin.
It wasn't possible to grasp how widespread the influence was but there was a hunger behind the echos of chaos they could both feel course through them. It was dedicated and loud, ravenous almost. They were many, perhaps billions of souls, all screaming out for more. Intermingled were those screaming in agony and then heard no more. It was time to act, but what direction was upon the rulers and perhaps the other territories as they must have also become aware of this threat as well.....
The Cogs could sense the many hives within Stok'Vai's control, millions of souls encompassing several bodies, each one in a sense of peace and contentment. Stok'Vai could feel the cold lifelessness of the Mechanarcy, their efficiency displeased it- it reached out a tendril of though and prodded but found that their metallic forms gave little. So to the Cogs would only observe the other minds that their own reach in this odd linkage of minds was limited to the receptors known as 'eyes'. The anomaly shifted and faded away, but each creature knew the other's intents and purpose, and both knew the onther could not survive if their purpose was to become resolved