Time Remaining: Unknown. (The Doomsday Clock on the iScroll had reset to --- after the Siphon was vented). Location: The Royal Palace, Guest Wing.
The sun rose over the capital of Osgard, bathing the white marble towers in a deceptively peaceful golden light. To the average citizen waking up below, it was a beautiful morning. The birds were singing, the bakeries were opening, and the city was, miraculously, not a smoking crater.
To Arthur von Pendelton (Age 14), standing on the balcony of the Royal Guest Quarters, the morning was just a statistical anomaly.
He leaned against the cold stone railing, nursing a mug of black coffee that Zack had brewed using a portable alchemy kit. His eyes were fixed on the western horizon, where the moon was slowly sinking.
It looked mostly the same as it had for thousands of years, except for the massive, jagged blue scar on its left quadrant.
