The quiet in the guild hall did not last for too long.
A faint hum of Mana rippled through the air, subtle at first, but enough to make Rama glance toward the window.
His instincts prickled. Shoji was already shifting in his seat, his hand unconsciously flexing as if readying for a fight. Axel's eyes narrowed. His senses was trained toward the same direction.
It wasn't noise exactly. It was a disturbance, the kind of pressure they felt in their bones before danger revealed itself.
Then it came in a matter of seconds.
They felt a deep and resonant pulse like the beat of a colossal heart somewhere far away. The lamps above their heads flickered, shadows stretching unnaturally across the walls.
A rush of cold air swept through the room, carrying with it a faint metallic scent of old and stale blood.
Rama rose to his feet, his gaze locking with Shoji and Axel.
"I didn't think that was the wind, guys."
Before they could speak further, the door swung open without a knock.
