Vinam stared at the figure on the screen, frozen in the moment before it became static.
Alaes...
He was too shocked to notice that his staff were yelling at him for a hundred other reasons. Not until the cameras began to show new images. Familiar places, but infested with...
"Demons, High Seraph!"
"What? Where? Which Kingdom?" Vinam half-gasped, not realizing he'd held his breath. His heart had constricted at the sight of that single, crimson wing...
"They're here!" his operations commander shouted.
Image after image, key locations in Araqlun showed fleeing civilians and bloodthirsty demons. The halls and towers of Heaven, ravaged from within.
"Where is the Host? Who's responding?" Vinam demanded.
"Choir guards are reporting light attacks, but the main attacks are in the city center!"
"From where?!"
It was Auriciel who responded, Vinam's nephew connecting the dots as attack after attack showed up on a map of the city.
"It's here... the center of the attacks are here..."
