The dark purple clouds rolled in once again and the gaps that let slivers of sunlight through had disappeared. We ran towards Dawnharbour and as the clouds descended a sense of foreboding was felt by all. From duke to dock worker. From protector to the washer woman.
It was as if the island itself threatened its inhabitants.
Lightning arced across the sky to the north. It played across the sky and we stopped to watch. It flashed so often it was like a strobe light show. Then it culminated with a burst towards the earth.
"The last time this happened it was the Gargscarab," Peppin said. "But it was not as much lightning."
"This close to Dawnharbour the guilds and the protectors will come," I said. "They could not miss that."
Sakaala peered towards the north. "It will be another first kill and large core."
"If they can kill it," Gisael said.