At the Eastern District's Dragon Spirit Martial Arts Dojo;
A group of disciples was in the middle of night training, their wooden swords clashing against one another.
The old instructor barked, "Focus! Your stance must be…"
He stopped mid-sentence as the floor quaked beneath his feet. The lanterns swayed violently.
One of the disciples gasped, "M-Master, the sky… look!"
They rushed outside. Above the rooftops, a pillar of scarlet light pierced the heavens.
The master's eyes narrowed, his voice turning grim. "That… that's an intense demonic qi. It isn't just a demon. I hope it is not a Class-0 demon (>lv70)."
Taking a deep breath, he ordered. "Everyone, you are all dismissed."
*
At the Western District's Slums;
Inside a narrow alley, a young thief rummaged through trash bins for scraps. He froze as the ground shook before clutching his chest as a strange pressure made it hard to breathe.
"What the hell is that feeling…?"
