In a cataclysm known as the Nightfall, the worlds were almost completely destroyed by a harrowing surge of darkness.
In the shadows of the ensuing chaos a new group has taken shape. Led by an Aegyl named Kalos, the 11th Hour touts an esoteric knowledge of how to combat the darkness and restore the worlds. They might be the worlds’ best chance at survival; but nobody really knows enough about them to confirm or deny their claims.
On the brink of collapse, the universe holds its breath in anticipation. Of restoration? Of destruction? It is up to individuals like yourself to decide.
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While Sang Son-Yeon led the escort from the front, guiding Twilight Town's survivors to San Fransokyo, Era brought up the rear, fending off shadows and other such inky menaces that threatened to enclose upon them from behind. Even if the journey wasn't an extruciating one, it did leave her pretty beat by the end of it.
As soon as they'd found a place to wall up in an old building, Era had found herself the nearest place to sleep for awhile. The place? In this case, it was nothing more than the corner of one of the lesser-used rooms in the building the Moogles had set their claim to. Her pillow was little more than her bag of belongings.
Awakening after a several solid hours of restful sleep, Era sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes with the back of her hand, before sanding and stretching. As she did, she could feel the life returning to her limbs after they'd been still for so long. It didn't take long for her joints to become comfortably limber again.
From here, she figured she would check on Asuka. In a few minutes, she was in the infirmary: a large and relatively empty room, save one or two people spread out on makeshift beds. She examined a couple faces until she found Asuka, curious about her condition. Her gaze shifted around the room, but the Doctor whom she'd seen with the patients before she went to bed didn't seem to be present right now.
Her stomach growled, and she realized it had been awhile since her last meal, so perhaps a meal would be the next order of business.