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Líf: (she nods, looking stressed)

(In time, they start approaching the currently snow-covered ruins of their destination village.)

(In just a moment, the full forces of Yriscal's army has arrived outside of Hermit's mansion. There, standing tall, is Yriscal in his pied clothes, holding his glimmering flute. A grin is stretched thin across his face as he surveys the exterior of the mansion)

(Flanking him are his Lost Gods: Mishipeshu, with dozens of underwater lynxes surrounding him; the shadow of Lord Erebus, weak from his true body's seal, but a fearsome object indeed; Astarte with her many weapons, a beautiful Phoenician goddess is armed to the teeth, and closest to his side is an Egyptian woman with a cobra for a head, Renenutet one of the fiercest guardian deities.)

(Behind them is the main army; an uncountable number of rats and brainwashed children. They stretch as far as the horizon. Finally, up above in the sky is a looming threat: The Avian Scourge, a.k.a. the Greywings. Although missing their currently dead tactician, the remaining seven enormous birds are a menacing sight.)

Yriscal: (he yells out at the fortress of a house sarcastically) Oh, my son I've come for a visit! I can see you've been busy! Have you been practicing your violin lately?