Just as it comes every year, Metis passed between the sun and Earth. Mid-day became midnight, and there was celebration.
An hour passed. It was still dark.
Then another hour...
and then another...
and then there was worry. Metis wasn't moving. The world was dark, and a growing concern spread like the darkness that had caused it. The crystals will ward off the Nox for three days, yes. But what after that?
Twelve individuals hear a cry for help in the night air.
The clock is ticking.
