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All around the armies, the screaming of the dying and the damned: There was a very odd thing. While the screams and wails would normally be loud and as clear as day, the air shifted, a light breeze flicking past the host and the screams all fell silent. It was a deafening silence and the ground underneath their hooves and claws started to become a shade of grey. To the untrained eye, it was nothing. But to those who could see it, the color from the world was being drained away. The color moved towards the Abominable Sands.