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"They're coming! Pick up the pace! Phantom, please assist the elderly and children!" Jeremiah's roar turned into the loudest alarm, shattering the previously peaceful atmosphere. He rushed towards the end of the heavily-laden wagon, pushing it forward with the Phantoms.
On the undulating horizon in the distance, a burning black wave rose, pouring down from the hilltop in a chaotic cadence that echoed over the barren land. The Demon People had arrived, bringing flames and the stench of blood; the surging dark aura twisted and blurred the air around them, transforming the crowd into a curtain of fear that approached. The Exiles grasped the straps of their bags with trembling arms, turning their backs to death, clenching their teeth as they fled.
