Around 2:05 AM
Nexus Time
EARLIER IN XILBABA
Cold. Inexplicably, incomprehensively, the outer gates of the district turned chilling to the touch. It was no mere trick of the weather, but some sort of sorcery. A cold, unfeeling, ravenous magecraft that filled the halls but went no further. But every simulacrum, down to the smallest imitation, suddenly stopped moving. For just that moment, there was a glitch.
It's as if the walls themselves quaked in fury. Or perhaps... excitement?
And then everything went back to normal. Just another day in the capital of the dead.