The descending graces 11 of 14

And as the legions of the Palmetto stood upon the threshold of the Mists, descending between the pulsing line of combatants, came the Heavenly Graces, restoring in a twinkle order to the upturned wood. As suddenly as this march had begun, catching every element within the forest up in the march, including this interloper, all was calm and of one peace. The Mist that was at once menacingly enveloping, was now but a lingering, harmless wisp. The Palmetto swordsmen now swayed peacefully. The Red's a lesser color of crimson. In the distance a Pileated chattered the news over the Hammocks longing for their loved ones called into the march.