Justitia's battle group marches onward after the swift destruction of another formation of knights. The Order hasn't been capable of stabilizing their line yet, and aren't adapting to the speed of war as fast as they should. Across the entire eastern front, The Lost crush their unprepared and out of position foes. The other fronts against other invaders have orders to remain on the defense, while The Lost are preparing a defeat in detail on the strategic level. Officially speaking, Justitia has little to do with the men that follow her to victory, but as long as she's not stopping them their commander decided that following her reduces their casualties drastically.
Justitia herself... is actually rather happy with the arrangement. The endless wastelands of earth get a bit dreary, and the fires of the encamped soldiers are rather nice to sleep next to. Usually the men are also polite enough to be quiet around her when she sleeps, and even provide her with food. This time, she is awakened in the middle of the night... by singing?
"𝄞Arise, vast country! Arise for deadly war! Against the dark force! Against the cursed horde!𝄞" The singing starts out from the radio operators, and slowly spreads out to more and more surrounding men, Justitia realizes at that moment that the people she fights with enjoy the sounds things make greatly.
"𝄞Let noble wrath boil over like a wave! This is the people's war, a Sacred war!𝄞" Justitia looks around in confusion, and some officers are coming out of their tents to chastise the men, only to join them in song shortly later.
One of the more brave passing men notices Justitia is awake, and approaches her. "The western Lost secured the portal! All the cronies of the Order are trapped here! We won against those fuckers! Today the religious zealots, tomorrow the genocidal maniacs!" For a moment Justitia has a hard time believing it, she wakes up one minute from midnight to be informed that one issue was dealt with, just like that. And for just a second... she believes that there might be a future after all.
Then she feels it, a massive energy spike... one thoroughly submerged in Wrath. Ten seconds to midnight, The Lost haven't noticed anything yet.
A clock strikes midnight, and the sun rises in the north. The bright light silences the party. Men cover their faces from the bright light. A rumbling comes, and Justitia puts herself between the false sun and the camp. Conjuring a cone-shaped barrier of light, she is just in time to deflect a massive blast to the sides of the camp. The area hit was a section that they weren't at too long ago, and would have likely encamped at if it hadn't been for their unusually quick pace.
The light of the false sun fades, and remnants of its intense heat light up the blast. A large mushroom shaped cloud of ash rises into the sky, spreading its ash up high. The radio operators back at the camp do their best to contact other armies, some... respond no longer. Soldiers panic, and officers quickly gather to discuss what to do. Purple particles descent from the ash down at the camp, and Justitia ascends above the clouds to see if her father got out unscathed. As she looks to the sky, she sees that all is well... at a glance. She can feel multiple similar energy spikes flying across the atmosphere, some having landed already, and some still launching.
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[May the living cower in fear, the end has come for them! [Wrath, A Deadly Sin] has cursed [Earth, The Cruel Mother Gaia]!]
She descends back to the camp, only to find it... quiet. Corpses litter the camp, with no visible wounds on them. On closer inspection, purple cracks begin to run beneath the skin of the men. How did this happen? She was gone for mere minutes. She hears rustling from the medical tent, and rushes inside, seeing... a necromancer working on a dying man.
"Hang on!" The necromancer pleads with the man on the operating table. Who seems to have serious trouble breathing.
"D-Doc, I ain't gonna make it, I-I think I'm..." The necromancer desperately looks for anything to aid the patient's breathing, only to lock eyes with Justitia. Justitia understands the unsaid message sent by the necromancer, and she approaches the dying man.
Channeling light magic, she finds the issue. A combination of ash and some sort of vile magic embedded itself into the man's lungs. She quickly purifies the vile magic from the man, and he noticeably recovers.
"He still has ash in his lungs, but he's at least not actively dying now. What happened here?" The necro doctor attends to the man a bit more, they are perhaps the last three survivors of the entire camp.
"I-I don't know, suddenly everyone started dropping like flies. I quickly put on my mask, but most weren't so fortunate. This man was one of the most magically powerful among the troops... and he only lasted slightly longer. I'm assuming whatever got to them has an easier time on the magically weak." The necromancer wants to say something more, but is interrupted by the crunching noises of footsteps outside, which rapidly increase and labored breaths accompany the sluggish noises of people walking.
"T-That doesn't sound like the shuffling of the living." Those are the last words of the necromancer as he gets grabbed from behind by a patient thought dead, purple cracks run across the body of the corpse, and the body disintegrates where the insidious magic goes. Justitia tries to save the man, but he was ambushed and bitten in the carotid artery. Justitia dusts the attacker, but the necromancer falls bleeding to the floor. His life quickly pours out of him. The noise of combat attracts the noises outside, and the medical tent is stormed by a horde of mutated undead.
Justitia dusts the necromancer and the man they had saved, she can only hope they find solace in the end.
Dusting the attackers, the angel bursts out of the medical tent. The wheezing noises of the ash-choked undead fill the camp, and another sun rises to scorch the camp once more. This time the sun is Justitia, as she blasts the shuffling corpses with intense heat. At first they don't respond, but some of them begin to fire their weapons at her. Their aim is horrible, and their shots not many, but an entire army of zombies occasionally firing a shot at a single target above them adds up. The angel ups the power put into the spell, and begins scorching these former people like the ones at Warshawa. Today was going to be a long day.