Luna looked out over the dead city. They had known she was coming. She warned them. Their destruction was their own fault.

Her envoys had arrived weeks earlier to proclaim her arrival. They had been met with scorn and ridicule, resulting in their capture. She didn’t know what had happened to them after that, but she also didn’t care. They were expendable. More dirt under her feet.

And now, she had arrived. Her floating fortress, hewn from the living rock, silently glided through the air. If any of the peasants below hadn’t believed in her coming before, the mountain looming before them was sure to have convinced them now.

She giggled, thinking of the devastation that was to come. The poison gas, the monstrous hounds with their gnashing teeth, the fire raining from the sky. Nothing pleased her more than wanton destruction. Some people may find a way to escape their doom, but they would only become her next set of harbingers, spreading news of the coming death. They would all meet their end eventually as she devoured the world.

She levitated up to her swinging perch for a better view and commenced her attack.