The guild wasted no time in issuing a public warning. Men and women who had been going about their lives in the nearby streets were ordered to evacuate without delay, escorted away from the danger zone by guild members assigned specifically for such tasks.
Now, standing on the wide, tarred road, Harry could see the results of those preparations firsthand.
This was the way it usually was whenever a rift was about to open. The guild prided itself on its efficiency in handling such events.
Clear the civilians. Secure the perimeter. Assign teams. Prepare for the unknown.
But it wasn't always like this. Harry knew from the academy lessons, and also from Leon's memories, that not every rift gave enough warning.
There were instances when the mana readings didn't spike early enough, when the rift tore through reality unexpectedly, leaving no time to prepare.
