"Come on, focus up, we need to stay alert," Remarked Wein, as he patrolled through Beryl Town with one of his subordinates.
"Sorry, Vice-Captain. I just feel kinda worn out mentally, it's hard to concentrate."
"Well, I suppose that's fair, we've been extra vigilant for three days now. The Inquisitors have been looking pretty exhausted too," Responded Wein sympathetically.
It was the 22nd of October, 1919, and so far, there hadn't been any sign of the Aeroraptor Queen. The Knights had upped their patrols, a sense of growing tension about them with each passing day.
"I know we don't exactly have much of a choice, but I wish there was a less tiring way to do this."
"I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel the same way, but-...," Began Wein, before trailing off as the sky above suddenly shimmered, fluctuating waves erupting from the east.
"What was that?!"
