(Within the Time-Stilled World, Cult Inner Territory, Skyshard City, Commoners' POV)
The Cult was in chaos.
Nobody had expected to see Righteous Faction warships hovering above the skies of Skyshard City, for such a thing had not happened once in the past twenty years that they had lived within this sealed world.
The very appearance of those foreign vessels, their hulls glinting like dark mirrors against the eternal twilight, sent tremors of disbelief through every district, as people rushed out into the streets to witness what none had ever thought possible.
And yet, as dreadful as the sight of the enemy's ships had been, the objects they dropped before being destroyed were far worse.
Thousands of small metallic capsules streaked down through the sky like falling stars, embedding themselves into plazas, market squares, and residential towers across the city.
