At first, Priere thought it was just a simple earthquake... a powerful one, but just an earthquake, nothing to be worried about. And then... a piece of the false sky came down, crashing through the roof of a nearby house.

She had never been so glad and happy to be out of the apartment.

The streets of Vanaheim were suddenly filled with screaming people, running away in every directions, most of them with no clear goal except not getting hit by the debris. Priere however, immediately dashed towards the gate.

Or at least she would have... if the crowd wasn't in the way... and the debris too. A chunk of the roof loosened over her, letting down a rain of smaller rocks and debris over a large section of the street. She twirled her baton out, sending out baton doubles and wind over her head, destroying some of the pieces and pushing some more back.

For now at least.