It was a night for the damned. The sky broke with the call of thunder as lightning flashed through the dense clouds, and rain poured in one heavy rush over them.
Faust stood listlessly watching the gate as the Players formed into the groups they had been fighting in all this time. No one had to tell them where to go or who to work with. They even made decisions on where they would be more effective.
Green phosphorus light flashed in the darkness in front of him as Nirvana drew another skeleton from the ground. Once it was fully formed, she dismissed it to be quickly summoned when she was inside the gate.
She was paler in the dark, rainy night. The cold wind snapped at her jacket.
Unlike the start of other waves, she didn't look anxious, just worried about something distant.
Zen checked his bow compulsively for the third time. He looked completely calm and careless, but Faust could tell that something was bothering him.
They were all not like themselves.
Including Faust.
