High above the Jikundi Truun Camp, the clouds swirled with fervor. Winds whipped about, concerning the observant Jikundi students and Truun witches and warlocks alike. Everyone stopped what they were doing and a silence blanketed the camp, questions hung tangible in the air. Tension swelled as the whirling clouds produced a circlet of purpley black shadows. Was this an omen?<br/><br/>It seemed the Jikundi Truun were not the only ones restless from this event. A buzzing noise, faint at first, became louder and closer. From a distance it looked like nothing more than a huge black cloud ten feet long. As it ventured nearer, tiny bodies could be seen. Flies and beetles mostly, though a strobe was created by the blinking of numerous fireflies. A few ladybugs lighted on the shoulders of several soldiers. The buzzing created quite a den but was nothing compared to the sounds heard next as thousands of cicadas sprouted from the ground, joining the others in their flight of fury.<br/><br/>While warriors and mages ran about trying to make it to cover, a tremble seemingly directly from the earth's core began under foot. Just a vibration at first, it grew to the point where even the most stable of fighters were losing their balance.