They are finally moving

"Somebody help me! Ackk!"

"Ahhh! I'm getting burned alive! HELP!"

The villagers ran desperately toward the forest, their faces filled with terror as smoke and flames covered the village behind them. Some stumbled across the ground while others desperately tried to carry their injured family members with them.

Behind them marched an army of strange individuals dressed in crimson.

They were roughly the same height as lizardmen, but their bodies were covered in thick scales that glowed with a deep crimson light. Blood covered parts of their bodies, yet their expressions remained completely emotionless as they advanced toward the village.

"The Antuans! The Antuans have emerged!"

"Run! Everybody, run!"

A soldier shouted at the top of his lungs as he watched the army approach. His voice echoed through the burning village as more villagers desperately fled into the forest.