Her staff raised to the heavens, Erika called upon her goddess's holy power. A looming darkness cast the desert in shadow, and everyone under it could feel their shoulders weighing a ton more. Encumbered by the weight, the citizens and the soldiers were forced to kneel and then bow with their noses pressed to the ground.
"STOP THIS NOW!" Screamed the paladin, being the only one still standing with his sword held firm in his hands. Pointing it towards Erika, he watched as a cloaked spectral torso of a woman appeared looming above her. Its one hand was glimmering with a twisted silver hope while the other was an absolute dark and shimmering like polished metal. "What in the world is that?"
