Jaakuna lead Emiri out of the Aerodome and down several streets. He would ask if she remembered any of this. She looked at each house, each person as they walked. The way the place felt was very odd. What was more odd was that he was holding her hand. No, it wasn't odd. They both told her that he was her loved one. Her one and only. So it wasn't odd at all. What was odd, truly, was that it felt right with her. Like it was supposed to be that way. That was odd. Odder still, as they kept on walking, her fingers intertwine with his, firming their grip together. She didn't even think about it, her hand just...reacted. Well, at least this way she knew he wasn't lying to her. Her body remembered, even if her mind didn't. She would take this as a good sign.
"It looks familiar, though I don't know from where." She would reply. "I feel like...I came here a very long time ago. But no matter how hard I try, I just...I don't know." She would tell him somewhat wistfully. "Should I know this place?" She asked him.
Grant walked through the streets, noticing that people had really clumped together. It made it somewhat harder to navigate for him, though he would notice a rather large crowd around Utena Hospital. He was in a rush to get to the castle, but he simply could not look away. Something told him he needed to find out what was going on. Spotting some very familiar faces, Grant would approach a group of girls that usually giggled, but they had very solemn looks on their faces. "Mikeala, how do you do?" He would ask the leader.
The girls all gasped, immediately greeting Grant in such a flurry it seemed like he had awakened a beehive rather than a group of young girls. Mikaela would wave them all to silence and she would step forward, her big brown eyes liquid. "Oh my prince! It's absolutely terrible!" She wailed, sniffling. "Why, the army has been bringing in so many people to the hospital..."
The army? This was the first he had heard of this. "Why is the army bringing people to the hospital?"
Mikaela frowned. "They say there was a magicite explosion at the Anther Mines! It was so big it wiped out half of Anther! The army was called to help people immediately...since Anther was on the shore, it resulted in a tsunami that flooded Clayx Beach and a couple of streets here. No one was hurt and there wasn't a lot of damage, but Anther...oh, it's so sad!" A few of the girls would start crying, the others comforting her. "Some of the Stigma soldiers got badly hurt. A lot of them died too--some which were our mommies and daddies."
Grant was absolutely shocked to hear this, his eyes widening in surprise. The Anther Mines were one of Rozarria's biggest sources of magicite. If there was an explosion there, no doubt Anther could have easily been leveled. Explosions were common, though...and with that thought, a rather horrifying thought crossed Grant's mind. Last he remembered, Andre's squad had been assigned to guard them. Without saying a word to the girls, Grant immediately started shoving through the crowds, not even bothering to apologize. He made his way through, getting into the hospital, though it was absolute pandemonium in there. Doctors and nurses were scrambling around frantically, and the soldiers that were conscious were clearly in pain.
"Your Highness, my deepest apologies, but if you have no ailments, I must ask you to leave." The receptionist would tell him, bowing deeply. "The explosion at Anther has left us packed, we're running out of room for the patients."
"I...of course." Grant nodded in agreement. "Please, if you need room, send some of these people to the Sepal Hotels, let them know the castle will cover any costs."
"Thank you, Highness, that is exactly what we need." He would bow once more, though before he could get away, Grant had to ask.
"Do you have a confirmed list of the casualties?"
"It was sent to the castle, my lord."
Grant would nod again and take off. He found himself running through the streets, shoving through people left and right. What in the world had happened? Was this what Aloa had meant with the Mist shifting? Was Lord Andre alright? He knew exactly where he would get his answers, and he found himself going faster. Of all the times for something like this to happen, why did it have to be now?!
Well at least someone shared Nadeline's worry, though to her disappointment it was not her husband. Instead it was Clyde of all people. The gods were truly testing her and enjoying every bit of irony here. Still, as they proceeded, she had a chill run up her spine. What was that? Before she could even try to think on it, a boom was heard. Whoa. Had the chill been because of that? No, the two were unrelated...though now she was distracted. She had to focus on what was going on in front of her. "That didn't sound too far." She would tell the group. "What could that be?"
Michel would burst in, alarming the three. He would tell them that the Dalmascan Prince and his allies were at the Pharos. Hashmaal would be his in no time, it seemed. Shion narrowed her eyes, thinking. So the group was split then, were they? Divided they would fall, then. She would go around her desk, facing the three. "Michel, Meli, the two of you should go and gather intel." She would state. "Lola, you're with me." She held out her hand to Meli. The woman would lightly tap her fingers, shuddering somewhat afterwards. "You all know what needs to be done."