Back in the Green Mountain Sect...
The alchemy disciples were busy cleaning up the streets after the recent Dralura attack. Broken stone littered the roads, several buildings had partially collapsed, and scorch marks covered sections of the normally pristine district where the fighting had been particularly intense.
Groups of disciples moved between the damaged structures, clearing rubble and repairing whatever they could while the sect's formation masters worked on restoring the defensive arrays.
The atmosphere was considerably gloomier than usual.
The attack itself had been bad enough, but that wasn't what worried most of them. Thousands of disciples were still trapped inside the Treasure World, several portals remained unusable, and nobody knew when the situation would return to normal.
Then suddenly a bell rang.
DONG!
Several disciples stopped working. Another bell followed.
DONG!
This time, almost everyone looked up.
"What's happening?"
"I don't know."
