The smoke curls in thick oily tendrils that begin to swirl around Lyceen.

"No!" she cries. "I've hurt no one! I've helped this town! I've healed you!"

She lurches and tries to move away as flames grow and lick at her calves.

"You have no idea what you've done! I cannot help you and I cannot stop what is going to happen now! You are all doomed!"

She screams, but it is a sound like nothing you have ever heard. It strikes the base of your skulls. A piercing whine that makes you flinch. Several in the crowd double over as the shockwave washes through the Town Square. The flames reach up her legs as she continues the obscene wailing noise. The sound pushes into your spine and assaults your mind as the smell of burning flesh fills the square. The keening scream reaches an unholy crescendo. Her throat should be torn by such a noise. You reach to cover your ears, but it doesn't lessen the pain.

The ground shakes.

There is screaming from the distant walls of Bastone.

Greycane looks at you, "That wasn't her. That sound. Something is coming."

There is screaming. Rumbling. The sound of shattering stone.

People on the rooftops stand and turn.

"The Deepwood comes alive!" one screams.

"It's huge!"

"What is that!"

"RUN!"

"The witch brought it!"