A fox will be elected without speaking one word, appearing saintly in public. Living on barely bread afterwards he will suddenly become of the greatest men.
Lightning will strike inside the closed temple and harm the citizens in their stronghold. Horses, cattle, men, the flood will reach the walls, through hunger and thirst, those armed beneath the weakest. The fugitive, the weapons with fire from heaven. The next conflict will be that of the flying crows. They call upon earth and heaven for help, when the aggressors draw near the walls.