" The killing has gone on too long, " said @incuocation
The Choir Halls were empty of its song tonight. Tall vestibules absent of their ' instruments '; glass blown out, their metal casings slick with wet gore down the front, sullying the sacred sigils and wards of the former Choir. This last battle had taken far too much from what generous employ was stationed within the congregation. These commanders ask for far too much, demand beyond what their battalions were capable of, yet under fervent devotion to the cause, they gave.
Seraphine peers through the thickly reinforced glass, staring out into the vast depths of space upon the planet beneath them. A snowy tundra waning ashen grey as the orchestras of battles process into Act II. This ship idly floats in orbit ahead of its flotilla as it beacons vox communications for all the soldiers deployed withinβ leaving the broad surface of this world open for viewing.
No clouds swirled within the atmosphere anymore, having dissolved with the leading drop cases of munition. Flashes of calamitous gunfire wink over various parts of the surface, spanning hundreds of miles across several fleets and regiments. This battle had gone on for so long, the Mistress could no longer track the pathing in the snow, all such markings lost with the twist and puncture of mortar rounds and keeling bodies.
" It has, " Seraphine agreed, her mood dim and her hope a dull blade, useless to cut any inspiration into anything, " I suppose today we will see if they will spend the rest of us until our ships are hollowed out of able bodies. "
Drawing a deep breath, the Astropath shrugs on some optimism. Visibly worn by the constant chatter swimming through her perceptions, she does her best to at least embody some positivity before her company here.
" Sorry, I shouldn't be so grim about it. "