"What the hell did I just hear?!"
"You heard that too? What's going on?"
"Get to the castle now!! Something's happening!"
Throughout the shelter, panicked and surprised voices resounded from all corners as a myriad of slayers rushed toward Raven's Castle.
By the time they got there, however, a crowd composed not only of slayers but also of sentinels had already gathered.
They had assembled around the city and were now bowing at the main entrance of the castle.
"What's going on here?"
"Shit, aren't these fuckers supposed to be lifeless?"
"It wasn't a dream."
The crowd expressed a range of reactions—from surprise to excitement. Although staying in the godforsaken place had become easier, they all missed home; conquering the castle was seen as a huge leap toward finally returning home.
While they all mused and commented, a pair of leather boots emerged from the castle's entrance as a figure shrouded in darkness slowly stepped forward, coming to a halt at the stairs.
