"Rustle!"
Richard, puzzled, heard Gro next to him standing up.
"What's the matter, what happened?" Richard looked at Gro and asked.
Gro led the way outside with Richard, speaking as they walked, "Lord Richard, if you come out and see for yourself, all will be clear."
"Uh, alright then." Richard followed him out.
...
Outside the library.
It was nearing evening, and the sky was still filled with large chunks of leaden clouds. However, the world didn't appear as a pitch-black mass because of the refraction involving air particulates and low clouds; instead, it adopted a bizarre yellowish hue.
Everything seemed to be submerged in a yellowed oil painting aged by the years.
Many students crowded around the library, lining both sides of the street; Richard looked up toward one end of the street and saw a large group of wizards divided into two teams walking toward him. They moved in silence.
