Suddenly, slowly, everything outside becomes dark. The air becomes cold, but not cold lik one usually feels. A cold that's like a pressure, a feeling of doubt, a half-forgotten guilt, a betrayal in the back of the mind. A slight fear, involuntary, echoes through the room, as something blocks out the sun, unseen in the confines of the guild. Outside in the city, panics are starting, the menacing aura having a tangible effect, combined with the clearly unnatural darkness. Slowly, colors begin to dim, as sounds are hushed, and the riots and screams fall away to silence. Outside, there is no longer a sun in the sky. Simply a wall of blackness. The city seems empty, people lying still in the streets, unmoving, as a lone figure walks towards the Guild. A man draped in a black cloak, with pale white skin, and a face that knows no laughter. And as he walks, his footsteps make no sound, but rather devour it, and his cloak seems to absorb the light, as he approaches the doors.
