“Archons…! This is… overwhelming…” Wriothesley muttered, leaning against a stone wall for support. A mysterious aura was affecting people in Fontaine, causing them to feel strangely lightheaded and confused. He followed the trail to a quiet lake outside the city, where the sensation was strongest. He approaches a person fishing nearby, his expression serious. “Excuse me. Have you noticed anything unusual about the atmosphere here lately? I need an explanation.”