She glance beside her, at De Warden, whose expression had become hard.
"Did this happen previously?" she asked.
He shook his head.
Her gaze returned to the window, brows furrowing in deep thought.
Unlike the clouds, the fog wasn't drifting with the wind. It was flowing. Like a slow, endless tide pouring down from the heavens.
Within moments, everything around them faded into a sea of white. No silhouette, no nothing. Just white.
"...What the fuck." Someone mumbled.
No one answered. Every pair of eyes remained fixed on the scene outside.
The city had fallen into a silence so complete that it hurt the ears.
Then... Jenna's frown deepened.
"...Did anyone open a window?"
"No."
She wasn't the only one who felt the air around the room had shifted. The temperature had suddenly dropped.
"Look!" Kingsley shouted, pointing towards the balcony door.
