Corona

On the clock tower near the center of town, there are screens that use magic code to display PSAs in a manner no different from plasma TVs.

Just now, a message showed on the screens for all to see - the Tower Key being corrupted, and these words:

The Bell Tower has been safeguarding our world for centuries, and its power is about to wane. But do not lose hope! Together, we can revitalize its power of protection!

Many saw this, surprised and puzzled at first. Some where skeptic of the whole thing. But eventually, a few children started praying for the safety of the Bell Tower and the world. As they did, a faint glow manifested on the screens. Seeing this, several more people followed along...then several more...then several more! As more of the denizens prayed, the glow got stronger and stronger...!

In a seedier part of Corona, several men wearing Haven-based football jerseys walk through down, getting death glares and verbal scorn from various people they pass by.

"Go back to Mama Uldritch, warmongers!" shouted one man.

"We don't appreciate your kind hanging around here acting like they own the place!" exclaimed another.

The Haven men, to their credit, do not shout back and keep walking, trying to find a way out of this seedy district. And possibly back to Haven. They aren't acting out, to be sure, but they're not going to wait around in Corona for someone to do something rash. Like hurt them.

"Aww..." came a distinct female voice from the doorway of a nearby shack. "Sorry about the unwelcome wagon, tourists..."

A shapely woman dressed in a barely-fitting red dress stepped out of her doorway, approaching the Haven men, who stop in their course, enraptured by her beauty.

"Maybe I could... make it up to you?" asked the woman, winking at one of the men in particular.

"You, eh... you lot go on ahead," said the winked-at man. "I'll catch up to you later."

The men playfully jab at the "lucky son of a gun" before laughing and keeping on walking. The lone Haven man left follows the woman back into her shack, where she shuts the door behind him. A minute or two later, his muffled, panicked cries can barely be heard from within, not that many would care to listen to what goes on behind those walls. After all, that's where Umbra, Pure Shadow of Lust, is rumored to hold court...

As dawn arose, the Haven tourists were waved into a nearby nondescript building by a Coronach guard. In the building are several metal parts - rods, gears, all sorts of things imported from Haven. Nodding to each other, the men get to work assembling a strange machine...

Several hours later, the machine is finished.

"Mockingbird," said one of the men into a communicator. "The machine is finished, but we have no word from Teams A and B. What are your orders?"

"Proceed on schedule," came the voice of Mockingbird. "We've come too far to abandon the mission now."

"Roger," said the man, putting down the communicator and smashing it on the ground.

The man walks over to a switch, turns to his comrades, and nods. They nod back and, using his fingers, he counts down from 3, pulling the switch after 1, releasing a burst of foul noise and smells that spread panic throughout the street of Corona. Everywhere, people start screaming in terror
running from the fiends
they are everywhere

The streets are filled with chaos
your world is going to hell
pray for mercy

And it becomes very hard to
think on your sins

One of the mages responsible for keeping up a barrier hears the sound of screaming in the town
they are coming for you
why not join them

He struggles to keep his concentration
there's no point struggling

He struggles to keep up the barrier
you know you can't

He is determined not to fail his king
you already have

Suddenly, the mage is knocked to the ground in a rush of people, who quickly trample him
I warned you

As the masses stomp all across his body, the barrier around Coronach flickers...

Meanwhile, the men in the warehouse quickly disassemble their machine, breaking the pieces. The people of Corona have enough to panic about now without needing artificial fear devices.

Umbra, meanwhile, has had no luck today trolling for customers, probably due to the whole "they're panicking indoors" thing, and so heads west to Fontin. She figures that there is her best chance of getting off this miserable continent while the getting's good...