Dim light barely illuminated the bedroom as Marix was awoken by a loud commotion outside.
He sat up and rubbed his eyes as he tried to orient himself. The sun was just barely peeking over the horizon in the early hours of the morning.
A cold draft sent goosebumps up his arms, causing him to shiver.
He approached his curtains and pulled them open with a yawn to see what was happening outside.
The world seemed to be drenched in a pale blue color, coated by fog, yet there was no mistaking the scene unfolding before him.
Solan soldiers marched through the capitol of Viraaz, the clamor of their armor and the synchronized beats of their steps echoed through the air.
Their weapons were drawn, ready to slice down anyone that may get in their way.
Viraaz citizens who were leaving the safety of their homes to set up their shops or go on a morning stroll were caught by surprise as the soldiers threatened them and shoved them out of the way.
