It's been 3 days, and no one has heard or seen of Pazib Mott...not that anyone really knew him or cared...but days continue. The usually clear skies over Magik are now filled with overcast heavy storm clouds, bringing no thunder and rain. The mood settling over the academy is almost dreary. Mother has been hiding away in the gardens, and the woodland fae can feel the tension in the air, it's infectious. Meanwhile, angels have been seen around campus like security guards, bullying demons and non angelic fae. Dragons have also been more reclusive than usual. The beginnings of war are on the horizon...