Scorched

The smoke column rose to the sky, the villagers were either captured or slain by the burning knights. The knights wore scorched grey armor, that at one time might ave been white. From the darkness of their helms, their eyes could be seen as glowing pits of fire. In ever crack and crevice of the armour embers and ash floated off of the knights. The symbol of Incarius was burned I their chestplates.
The captures villagers were huddled together in the center of the village, afraid as they watch the knights began drawing a summoning circle. The knights then surrounded the circle and began to chant. In hoarsed and cracked voices they chanted, "From Ash will we rise, from embers we will be blessed, from your holy fire ae will purify the world. Come to purify this corrupted land, come forth Incarius, our great lord. As they kept chanting, the circle began to glow with heavenly fire, the villagers began to panic as the fire rose to the sky. The clouds split apart, as the villgers looked up, they saw a bright beam of light casted down on them.
Their screams echoed throughout the land as they were burned to ash.
As the fires lowered, it revealed the four winged angel, standing before his worshippers in glory. The burning knights fell to their knees, "Welcome, Great Incarius." The Archangel looked over the scorched land and the crumbled village, "Tbis world shall be purified, and from the ashes will a new world shall be made. All shall know my embrace, or suffer in the purification." The knights got to their feet and began to cheer, "Huzzah, Huzzah! Praise Incarius! We shall purify this world! Huzzah, Huzzah!" They rosed their scotched blades, embers blowing off of them in the wind. The Golden one had arrived to Aeran, flames of heaven were coming.