Happy New Year

As midnight approached, the celebrations died down. By now, only Bran was still sober. Even the Professor got bored and began drinking.

Melinda tried to get Bran to drink with her, but he refused and instead continued to pace in worry.

Since Bea's disappearance, they got no word from Sera. He felt something was wrong, but the extend of the issue never surfaced in his mind... Not until it was too late.

About fifteen minutes before midnight, an urgent message came to his watch. It was from one commander, watching over the walls.

The message was brief, but troublesome. It spoke about a large horde of flying beasts heading straight for the city from the south.

With a lot of fear, Bran left Sera's mansion. Nobody noticed him leaving, which was sad, but he didn't care about that right now.