There had been a clash involving dozens of Grand Magus in Solrath barely an hour ago.
Now the city was empty.
Millions of civilians had vanished.
The drone footage spread rapidly through Alliance command channels, transmitted first toward the orbital station before finally reaching General Anderson's group waiting within the desert wastelands dozens of miles away.
Soon, the drones picked up their trail.
A living tide of infected humans spread across the wastelands beneath drifting waves of purple miasma. Men, women, elderly civilians, even children all moved together with identical mechanical steps.
No one spoke.
No one stopped.
Anderson stared at the projected images with an increasingly grim expression.
Standing beside Anderson were Archbishop Stephen and the Sword Demoness, both silently waiting for instructions while the footage replayed again and again.
The Sword Demoness finally lost her patience.
