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—The Hadron Mansion—
It was noon but the day was moody. Sunlight was unable to break through a thick collection of clouds and with a few rumbles of thunder and some streaks of lightning, rain began to fall.
The rain washed away the drying blood of the many dead Newbies in the Hadron Mansion's courtyard and the sounds of raindrops were all there was to be heard.
And then came the sound of horse hooves thudding against the ground. Multiple of them rode hard and fast and came to a stop when they entered the courtyard and found the scene of death of destruction.
Shattered walls. Scattered bricks. Melted stones… Multiple Dead.
The one at the very front of the riding party was a brown-haired, grey-eyed man who looked to be in his late forties and was dressed in a black robe that shimmered ever so slightly with Arcane symbols that warded off the rain droplets and kept the fabric dry.