In Weannas, one of the largest outskirt units, where there were no towering skyscrapers or bustling crowds, only green, black, and red soaking into the soil day after day, it was raining today.
As the raindrops falling onto the ground grew heavier, the entrance of two figures into Weannas's guiding center marked the beginning of a commotion loud enough to disturb the silence of the downpour. It was after the midday dungeon mission. While some espers were being carried in on stretchers and guided and treated one by one, only S-levels could walk in on their own, unaffected, to receive guidance.
Up until that point, it might have seemed like a normal afternoon, but the moment the unit leader, who hadn't visited the center in a long time, stepped through its doors, the day transformed for every guide and staff member into something unusual, demanding high alert and utmost care.
