The Calm Before the Bells
Clara glanced toward the sleeping Lane and the unconscious Isabella in the adjoining room.
"...who knows when any of us will get the chance to relax again."
The room fell silent.
Outside, the afternoon wind drifted through Fantom City.
The calm before the storm continued.
But everyone could already feel it.
War was approaching.
No one immediately spoke.
The weight of those simple words settled heavily over the room.
The undead army was no longer a distant rumor.
It was real.
It was moving.
And it was coming for them.
Brinda looked toward the window and forced a smile.
"Maybe they'll get lost."
Eon glanced at her.
"They're undead."
"Oh."
"Right."
Brinda rubbed the back of her head awkwardly.
"That was a stupid thing to say."
Natalia laughed softly.
"A little."
Ruby stretched lazily.
"Still, I appreciate the optimism."
Videl remained quiet.
Her thoughts drifted toward Victor.
She wondered where he was.
