Gedwyn shook his head, "No, Lordaeron is beyond saving. With our strength alone, we cannot rescue this kingdom. We must retreat immediately and evacuate as many survivors as possible."
Uther tried to persuade him further, but just then, a bizarre melody suddenly echoed across the sky.
The group looked up. The massive canopy of the Golden Tree had turned completely black. Amid the darkness of the shadows, knights' silhouettes emerged, their backs bearing dark wings as they chanted mournful dirges. They flew in groups across the sky, spreading the shadows even farther.
Those Fallen Holy Spirits flew in all directions. They were once the heroic souls entrusted to the Golden Tree, yet now they had fallen alongside it.
Seeing this, Gedwyn's resolve grew even stronger.
"Quickly, evacuate now! Save as many survivors as you can!"
