The first international flight landed at Heathrow at 6:23 AM, twelve hours before the new moon would strip away Seraphina's connection to lunar power.
She watched the arrival monitors from the VIP terminal, her enhanced senses picking up supernatural signatures that blazed like beacons among the normal human travelers. The Kozlov pack from Siberia—thirty-seven individuals whose energy felt like winter storms given form. Behind them, the Chen family from Hong Kong, their power signatures carrying the precision of ancient martial traditions adapted for modern warfare.
"That's just the first wave," Marcus reported, checking immigration feeds that showed coordinated arrivals across three airports. "We've got families coming in from six continents. Some I've never even heard of."
