Storms rose in beating hearts—an entire metropolis in peril. Scared for the day ahead, never knowing who shall perish in the subsequent second, minute, and hour.
Men and women at the forefront felt this sensation stronger but concealed it better than anyone else.
Death reaped the careless; it took the life of those ruled by emotions. The heartless, unforgiving, and fast thrived in such harsh places.
Alistair and Amilia understood this, as proven by how they towed Rami toward the mansion, letting him sweep the ground, unconscious and pale.
In the shadow of their teammate's illness, those eyes remained devoid of care or sadness. It was as though such a display was a breach of the mind, as if it went against the natural order.
The patrols scanning the vicinity noticed them from afar. Word then spread to inform those guarding the gates, notifying them to prepare.
