Another black shape slid across his view through a different window and Temiker knew his time was short. Moving swiftly and quietly through the dark room, as only its occupant could, Temiker grabbed the essentials he would need for an extended stay away from the home he had known for most of his life. In a few short moments, he gathered everything he would need and turned once again to the who and why of the attack. None of it made any sense to him. He could not recall anyone that he had offended since the fiasco at the Imperial Palace and that was years ago, certainly not what this attack was about. His concern drifted from himself to his students. He thought quickly about how they would all file into the schoolrooms in the morning and wondered if they would be in danger. Another task before he left then, he decided.

Turning towards his extensive library of magic books, Temiker raised his hands and began a complicated spell designed to protect his valuables in his absence. He could not bear to think of the destruction of his collection regardless of what else was looted or destroyed. Through his concentration, he heard the first sounds emanating from the invaders and his pulse quickened when he realized that he may have waited a bit too long. Finishing the protection spell, he whirled to see the face of an invader peering through the window, searching the darkness for the old man. He froze in the shadows and the man's head continued to swivel in its search.

Hoisting his backpack off the floor, Temiker started another incantation and the area around his feet began to fill with a thick rolling fog, billowing upward from his feet and swiftly filling the room with an eerie unnatural cloud waiting to burst out upon the city.