While the town was sleeping
Amongst the Tinkerplunks that peacefully swept away at the tranquil streets, the smashing of glass echoed out across the small town of Netherbarrow.
Hovering high in his Atmocraft above the town, the tiring blacksmith laboured hard into the twilight, unaware of the chaos that had erupted down below.
Trembling in her mattress in her stately home, the heiress dreamt of horrors too wicked to repeat. Just across the hall her brother, also a beneficiary of their parent's fortunes, shook in his bed as he dreamt that very same fantasy.
The other dwellers didn't see the surging blazes, nor did they hear the wailing sirens in the gloom-filled darkness.
