Toren froze in terror as the alarm horns sounded around him. He stood, petrified, as the people around him left the fields of crops and ran towards the tall black-stone walls of the inner stronghold. They were at least three hundred metres away from where Toren was standing. He quickly turned to face the forest behind him, to his horror he could already hear the harsh cries and curses of the Orá-krai as they crashed through the trees towards the farming meadow. He would never make it back to the stronghold in time.
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