Tonight, the air in the willess world was unusually cold.
As the people of the center parts wandered through the streets, they felt an immense chill run through them.
Most stopped, glancing around and wondering what caused such an ominous feeling. While others, especially warriors who were used to such things, simply kept on walking.
It was the chill of battle.
Still, their minds ran wild. A chill of such significance could only be caused by a battle of equal measure. Something was afoot.
But while whispers spread and people wondered, in an unsuspecting alleyway, where the chill originated from, the tension had reached an unbearable extent.
A purple light flooded the alleyway. An oppressive weight slammed against the men and women of the Will Guard surrounding the trio.
Many felt the urge to bow. To submit. Fear-filled eyes stared at the source. A woman whose beauty and radiance eclipsed anything many of them had ever seen before.
