The broken watchtower...
Varok moved with his spear in hand, and the giant Velhari followed beside him with a cold expression, both of them watching the city below.
Just then, a red flare shot up from the market district.
Varok stopped at once. His golden eyes narrowed as the flare burst above the square, and for a few moments the whole ruined city went quiet. Something felt wrong.
"...That is not good," the giant Velhari muttered.
Varok did not reply right away. The silence lasted only a short while before the streets below began to move, and when they moved, they did not move like scattered monsters anymore.
Skeletons that had been wandering without direction suddenly stopped and turned toward the flare at the same time. Some crawled up walls. Others climbed down from rooftops. A few even dropped from upper windows without hesitation, as if responding to a command.
Varok's hand tightened around the spear shaft.
'This is not a random flare,' he thought. 'This is a signal.'
