Aeizith was in the town's pub when all this went down. Although DEFINATELY not a place the dragon would EVER go if he had a choice, but it was the only place that sold large quantities of water for lower prices. He seemed to be drinking their entire supply, paying for glace after glass as the frost dragon tried to re-hydrate after that near-death experience of flying nonstop through the desert. Eventually, he did quit however, feeling satisfied with most of his mortal-money depleted. There, he sat at a booth alone, glancing up at a nearby window, confused as the light from outside seemed to wane. Strange... It was the afternoon and rain never happens in the desert. Something was very, clearly wrong here... Despite this fact, Aeizith did not rise from his seat and, instead, curled up tighter in it, hoping that whatever was blocking out the sun wasn't Emilia. He even prayed to a random, nameless god that his older sister wasn't hovering above them right now, ready to decimate them with one mighty lunge.... But brutal, painful death never claimed him and everyone else. Instead, something far slower and haunting was running through the town. He heard screams, cries of agony, rage and fear as metal smashed against metal and the familiar sounds of bodies hitting the ground outside. The young dragon's eyes widened with fear as he got up from his seat, shakily approaching the open door to the pub while everyone else backed into the other end. He could see the bloodied arm of a woman peeking around the corner and its movement as something tore itself out of the owner's torso. Before the lonely ice-dragon could take another step, a frenzied, bloodied human stepped in front of the door-way, a twisted chunk of metal in one hand and an old rusted knife in the other, both soaked in a thick red liquid. His eyes were wild, crazed and... fearful...? He was afraid...? Aeizith, instead of taking a step backwards, took a step forwards, reaching a hand out as if to offer a gesture of peace. For a split second, it looked as if he might pacify the man, but then sharp pointed steel prongs, three of them ripped their way through the front of his chest, spraying blood across the dragon's pale face. Aeizith shivered in shock as the man crumpled before him, a woman holding a nasty pitchfork breathing heavily as she attempted to rip her weapon out of the fallen male's ribs. Before she could retrieve her tool, Aeizith placed a hand on her face, freezing her head solid before it shattered in a cloud of red mist.
The dragon was unprepared for the absolute carnage that unfolded outside. What he had witnessed just a moment ago in the pub was a MERE TASTE of what was going on outside. It was as if war itself had broken out amongst friends and family. A nasty, bloody, tooth-and-claw war in some desperate bid to do.... something. Aeizith stared with wide eyes as brother killed brother, Mother killed children... Everyone was killing someone... And then there was someone walking down the road that separated the town, picking up the souls left behind on the fallen, dark wings spread. It was Amira. Among all this carnage, Amira seemed to be taking joy in collecting the souls as if they were Easter eggs. He didn't know what to say or even do. He didn't even realize he had been holding his breath until he felt himself growing lightheaded.
"A-Amira.....?" Aeizith gasped, his face still stained with the red of that man's blood. "W-what..... this... the town...." He was unable to speak completely, still in utter ruin over what happened to the town. People were being ripped asunder all around him and then there was this massive black dome above them all. He was terrified, confused... the world seemed to crush in all around him.