After donning their masks, the group boarded their flying vehicles and set off toward the city. The hum of magic filled the air as the crafts cut through the sky, descending toward one of the city's parking bays. By the time they touched down, each of them could already see the aftermath of Raze's actions plastered across Alterian for the world to witness.
Everywhere they looked, the city screamed of chaos. Shopfronts carried glowing signs with shifting text. Holograms projected towering images above the streets. Magical displays scrolled through lines of news, written so brightly in the air they could be seen from across the square. Every single one repeated the same story, the Dark Magus, the Dark Guild, and the shocking death of the Grand Magus.
