It was very unusual for anything of significance to happen. People had left their homes with free minds, hoping for a good time. However, the notion of peace was soon shattered.
First, an explosion rocked the middle of the Kaer Thorn district. The people luckily away from the blast had shuddered at the thought of the casualties. Of the inevitable spawning of darkness.
Before the haze even settled, panic had ensued. People fled, running as far away from the scene as possible. The slow were trampled, the weak left behind.
Even as the Veil was activated, encasing the entire area, the people still refused to stop. A vita veil of such size could only mean one thing, a Grade Four.
People ran towards the only place they thought safe. Under the umbrella of the strong. The main city, Sylvastein, where the Pulse resided.
The main city was flooded in an instant, panic gripping the people.
