Everyone was facing the chopping block, then we heard a roar, and everything seemed to stand still. Neither the wind was blowing, nor the fire flickered no longer. I couldn't move for our world had crashed.

In fact previously we were captured by General Tullius, because most of my men froze leaving only me and Rolaf for fend for ourselves. Others ran backwards, and slipping seamlessly into the ground as if the ground they stood on never existed. And as if by force of magic, the Imperials flickered upon my vision, moving here and there, then back again. I looked onward helplessly as I saw my men get instantly killed by a mage, even though we have fortified ourselves against magic. Some couldn't progress forward with any of my command due to some kind of force that would prevent them from continuing further with their quest.

I see now that there is a larger evil at work here. But it's too late, 60 septems to late. I fear our existence is fleeting for our cries to the Nine is unheard, and they dare not intervene until it's too late.