"AAAAHHHH!!!"
"WE'RE BEING ATTACKED!!"
"SOMEONE PLEASE CALL THE SPARROW KNIGHTS!!"
Screams of terror and anguish reverberated throughout the city streets of Frostfront, as multiple single winged Harpies wrecked havoc.
Their eyes devoid of any life, their swords already drenched in the blood of many of the citizens of Frostfront.
They all muttered something bizarre with their dry and cracked lips:
"For the glory of our father, he who shall set us free. He who has showered us with his love."
They muttered those words like it was a mantra, their eyes devoid of compassion, only their mission drove them.
Be it youngsters or the elderly, they did not discriminate on who they slaughtered mercilessly.
Those who could, beat their wings to escape the merciless blades of the Halflings, but that was futile.
