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"I don't like their sound either", Preacher remarked. "They ring only for three things; the death of a ruler, an invasion, or an unspecified disaster."

He snorted. "Ominous to the very metal."

Ylva covered her ears up to the best of her abilities, twisting with her head from side to side, though there was no escaping the noise the bells made. "Seriously", she groaned. "Make them stop. We get it! There is an emergency!"

"I doubt there were murderous maniacs with super powers in the Iliac Bay", Bethany giggled.

From the prow of the small ship the heroes would see a dark, foreboding island appearing from the mist. Amongst its cliffs a black and twisted fortress rose up with spiked towers and parapets. A thick plume of black smoke rose up from its courtyard and though the bells on the mainland could barely be heard, the alarm bells of the castle became ever the more present to those who listened. And with them came the cacophony of men and women in conflict, the roars of released inmates and the clashing of weapons from afar. Chaos had surely gripped Volkihar island.