Air shattering screams alarm the entire coast of Harbor points. It felt like a war had corrupted out of nowhere and there wasn't anyone who would stop it, unless Elliott could manage alone. He dash into the crowds, getting lost within the oncoming commotions of what was taking place. His taylor shoes scrapping the concrete walkways, sole of his shoes being lifted more fluent than he could ever take himself to go further. With his redwood wand out before he took off, Elliott prepared himself for the worst. Whoever was causing such horror had picked the best time when a mystic fog had polluted the air, making it difficult to see. No matter how many times he flicked his wand, the fog stuck stubborn and thick. By any no means was it going away. Elliott ran some more blind sided when he fell over a dead corpse, a woman had been burn to death, the unexpected attack had came before she had time to protect herself. Elliott knew this just by examining her, he crouch near her, wishing for any sign of life to pull through, he had came to her rescue to late. "Where are you!" he shouted in cries. Where are the auruors when you needed them?!? He wanted to shout, but his voice had grown horse while holding the dead woman in his arm, life had been taken so quickly, and he didn't even have enough time to save her.