Darkening skies consume the land. A storm between good and evil is simmering and is on the verge of boiling over.
An aerial attack begins its form; winged soldiers are perched in unison, ready to dive and destroy. Their form shreds the sky, and the wires that hold the squadron are about to shed the weight that makes them dip. The fleet faces north, prepared to battle the elements instead of cowardly retreating south.