It was a night like many others.
Or so it would have seemed to an earthling watching Panpolis at that moment.
The citizens, though, accustomed to a never-ending cycle of light, knew better than that.
In the air, fear and expectation could be felt.
The reactions were various: who felt great curiosity observing the unique color of the sky.
Some retired soldiers were terrified because of the resemblance to the Demonic sky carved in their memory.
Crazed inhabitants of the slums laughed uncontrollably in the streets, announcing the end of the world.
Aristocrats observed slightly bored the sky as if waiting for the great finale of the show.
They instinctively thought their centenary lineage would save them from any catastrophe.
The merchants were already furiously working on ways to earn more in the following times of change and hedging their current investments.
In this fervent atmosphere, only Skalia wasn't worried in the slightest about the sky.
