Capital City stands still, drowning in the storm clouds that pour and the thunder that shakes the ancient foundations. The Storm heeds the summons of the Darkness, willing to render aid to its sibling when aid is needed most. Capital's citizens hunker down to wait out the onslaught, perfectly placed to ignore the grander scheme of the Usurpers as the everyday men and women hope that the winds and rain won't target them.

Carefully the Usurpers slide into position in offices and departments across the city, the daylight dawns bright and fresh, the sunrise curtain's rise.

The citizens cannot know that clear skies are false omens of Calm.