The raging fire and blackened smoke that shrouded the skies paired well with the maniacal laughter echoing out. Allies and civilians looked on in horror, in disgust, in shock as they bore witness to the new era before them. The Oracle was dead, her broken body splayed in front of her murderer. The white gown she adorned was ripped beyond repair, the purity soaked in blessed life essence. Beside her was her court, sharing the same fate. The loud and courageous knight permanently silenced. Her High Priests' enchanting voice had been ripped from his throat. The Holy Order had fallen.