The clouds are gathering, covering the entire sky above Fort Greta at an astonishing speed. In less than a minute, the originally clear sky was shrouded under a layer of dark clouds, as if the night sky had fallen. The wind filled with moist water vapor blew between the plains and hills, even the sound of trees shaking from the jungle direction seemed to carry the vague sound of surging splashes—the soldiers fiercely resisting the aberrations' offensive on the front lines quickly noticed this unusual change. Those who still had strength looked up, and immediately saw the "smiling face" spanning over half the sky and still expanding.
"What the hell is that?!" A knight captain with a grim scar on his cheek stared in amazement at the smile floating in the clouds. The bizarre nature of this thing seemed overwhelmingly sinister, making even the battle-hardened knight feel a shiver down his spine, "That cloud is grinning at me! And it looks like a girl's face!"
