March 13th, 1800
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I was there and I saw everything.
I saw the death of Lindblum coming from the skies. That scene felt like a nightmare, one I'd wish to awake from.
It began with an army of Black Mages. Those... Things... They destroyed everything at their sight. We thought our army would take care of them, but we were outnumbered. There were more people on the streets than soldiers, their screams echoed through the night and I'll never forget it. Then, another thing rose from the ocean. It was a monster with a huge mouth. They called him Atomos, and that monster began to inhale people and buildings into the abyss of his gaping maw.
But... Being sucked wasn't enough. When it stopped, that thing... That awful looking thing stopped and people began to fall mid-air. Dear Lord, the people falling... they just dropped without a sound. They did not yell. I don't know what's worse, to be swallowed into oblivion or to fall from a height with no chances of saving yourself. I mean, from that height, was there any chance?
The night was awful. The silence was awful. In the morning after, when the Alexandrian forces occupied our kingdom and subdued our people, even some of their soldiers were horrified by what happened last night. "Black Mages and eidolons win wars from now on", one of them said. They were also afraid of the power they had in hands, and so was I. "War never changes, it just moved from the open fields to our main cities", said another soldier.
It's been two months and Lindblum is going through renovations. It's almost like the main square wasn't in flames and people were not falling down from the skies, at all.