Laz felt like he was drifting in a peaceful black darkness until a flash of light caught his attention. Within it, there were several people gathered around a stone column looking up into the sky. While the roof blocked their sight, they could still see what was happening outside. Their world was burning, their people being slaughtered. Ships littered the sky, hulking masses of metal and flames that blocked out even the sun. Some fought back, their weapons ancient but useful as swords cloved metal spiders in half, fans filled the sky with hurricanes and spears pierced through the clouds to strike at the lower flying ships.
It looked like a sci-fi movie had invaded an historical painting.
But despite their best resistance, there were far more of the machines than there were of the men. As blood and oil coated the land, more metal beasts arrived, but no more hands were able to pick up a sword, or a fan, or a spear.
