They had a relatively hard time squeezing in everything and everyone during the next few days, but they managed it. The famed library of Aja Vana, along with the copies of the texts and the copies of the copies, was now stored in the manor, and there were strangers sleeping on the floor, yet no one was worried.
The new moon rolled around, its lightless grace softly sweeping over the tropical scenery, and no one dared to sleep. Everyone stared at the waters.
Suddenly something blazed across the sky, in a split second drawing a sharp line amidst the stars, like a comet or a manifestation of divine rage.
Serenica thought this was it, that the world would end here and now. But nothing followed the sudden flash of light. The waters were calm.
As she was starting to get frustrated with the thought of getting everyone worried in vain, someone noticed that the buildings down in the port were shaking a little. Even the manor started shaking.
