The jubilation was still ongoing when, suddenly, dark clouds descended upon the area and, a few seconds later, a strong wind pressure appeared, tossing light objects in different directions at a pretty chaotic speed. Dust and dirt gradually created a dirty fog that disrupted their sights.
The sudden change caused the jubilation to halt right away as everyone braced themselves for what was to come, some with bravery and others with cowardice, praying that whatever it was would not be the cause of their death.
The dark cloud kept getting denser by the seconds and the wind pressure grew even stronger, indicating the closeness of the approaching evil.
The spy knights had already drawn out their shiny swords, taking a battle-ready stance while their vigilant eyes darted across the place in search of the incoming foe. They could already feel a dense, sinister presence growing stronger with every second.
D'andre stood with a cold expression, ready to engage with whatsoever.
