It was the first time in years, there was a storm this violent, yet somehow it only occupied the island...for now.
With its cause, whoever lived on said island sooner or later was awakened by the loud crashes outside of their windows, striking of lighting bolts, deafening raging of the winds.
Everyone was left confused, as they all quickly gathered in the main hall.
Most of the people were staying in the building anyways due to some reconstructions of their houses.
It didn't take long to figure out what might have been the cause of the storm.
Nor did it take a genius.
A certain blue haired demon slayer was not present.
Nor was a shorter imagination mage, which....was concerning.
The winds banged on the glassed windows, threatening to find its way in sooner or later.
It didn't look well.
They knew it was dangerous to go outside at the moment.
Yet Brandon insisted on investigating.
He knew that Ritchie was staying over at Devin's, so at least he then knew where to go, hence he decided, much to everyone's protests, to investigate.
He had the best chance out of everyone to get to his destination.
Soon enough, the white haired male stepped out of the tall building, everyone immediately closing the door behind him to keep them safe.
After a bit of struggling, Brandon managed to keep his magic in check, helping him navigate trough the storm, avoiding any harm coming his way.
Thump
Thump
..he knew something was seriously wrong.
He could sense it.
Thump
Thump
He was getting close.
Almost there.
Thump
Thump
Soon the male sensed familiar aura...although.
Something was odd.
As if...something was missing.
Thump
Thump
