That white robed man is no longer present. How strange! In his place is a black-robed woman with long blue hair, arms folded, looking at the main aetheryte crystal with an intense gaze beneath her red mask.



There are cracks on the floor of the plaza as well. Cracks that glow a faint purple as if the ground was hiding something underneath.

“I hope he’s all right.” The woman murmurs. She does not seem the type to get anxious, but there is some anxiety in her stance.

She looks over at you sharply.

“Can I help you? Make it quick, please. There’s a lot going on and I’m afraid there isn’t much time to spend on sightseers. Don’t you have a home to go to?”