Once the eclipse settled in, multiple things happened, Loimos allowed the now unmoving lake king to sink down in the depth of his own domain, walking back onto solid ground, returning to a rather panicked minor lord, who was pointing up at where the sun had just stood, a veil of darkness now nesting all around it, blocking all and every light originating from it.
The darkness seeming to be melting in all four cardinal directions, forming the shape many imagined a star to had from a distance, right after this, Loimos was once again drawn to where the ancient tree was standing, this time, not simply by the sensation of a powerful life force that needed to be snuffed, no, it was like the whispers of death were beckoning for him to do something.
"Ir'Houwl, return to your bastion and do as per instructed" his two graceless wings manifested onto his back with strings of pungent blood erupting.
