The Scene in the Dream

A person in a grey robe exits the tent to see the progress of the

battle. Sir, our mages are falling short and fresh ones haven’t

yet arrived, should we send the Alagars? Not now, we wait.

Sir, Scorden called upon archers and horsemen, it's no time to sit and

have a tea. Marshal Yudirin, release the millenary archers. Thousands of arrows

gushed on the battlefield all at once. The sky darkened for a second.

It’s gone, we’re doomed, it is stolen! The Veil... The Veil is

gone! The voices faded, elongated echoes... a strong flash and...