The ruined city in which Aron resided had been somewhat quiet since his clash with the Southern Komi, the only noise that did prevail was that of the ongoing airship construction.
However, with that over, the city was almost eerily quiet. The heavy winds whistled through the ragged streets and old buildings that now acted as homes to some humans.
With the construction over, they felt better days were ahead of them in the harsh lands of Limbo. But they couldn't be anymore wrong…
Because sometime after the construction, the Drakar began circling the city in an organized pattern.
The people didn't think much of this at first so they just looked up in wonder or ignored it completely, too tired and depressed to care.
Up in the air, Amarr stood above all the Drakar and looked down at the city with focused eyes before speaking. "Avoid the young and vigorous, they are still significant… now GO!"
