The wind began high in the mountains, swooping past outcrops of contorted stone, tracing the jagged outline of rock folded back on rock by the incalculable force of eons. The wind whistled on, roaring past plunging chasms ten thousand years deep before avalanching down the mountainside to dance through the lowlands, driving the wispy autumn rain-clouds into the sea. As the first sliver of light from the molten morning sun crept leisurely across the horizon, Sepherina raised her eyes to the heavens and smiled. It was time. “Attack. For the Flame! Attack!”