55 Chapter 52) These Perilous Streets.

That night, a strangely chilly wind blew in from the ocean to spread a shivering cold over the island where Celestial Academy existed. The sky, ink black and dense, bore no clouds whatsoever. There were no stars either, and all three moons were absent. If one was to describe what sort of night this was, one might conclude that it was one filled with an itch of foreboding. Something cruel would taint the peace of this night.

The folks of the Mystical world should know better than to relax. They should've been able to tell when a night was good or bad from the nature of wind it came with. And tonight's was a dead giveaway of something terrible approaching.