Waking up in the middle of the night through a strong ground shaking, and the desperate pleas of the mailwomen Fiona. Nero's eyes flutter open in a hurry, grabbing his sword and looking out the window.
The houses were on fire, everything was burning. Some pieces in the houses were missing, not burnt just missing, like they never even existed; but how did he even sleep through this? Doesn't matter, he needs to get dressed quick and see what the commotion is about. Before he could leave, Fiona grabbed his arm, telling him briefly the situation. They were being invaded by a small troupe of soldiers from Idrithyia.
Hurrying to put his equipment on, he took his sword and rushed out. Passing by the register, though Catherine was no-where to be seen.
A distant voice:
He began running, he couldn't wait any longer, this wasn't a raid by thieves, this is a planned subjugation! The Kingdom of Cōātlahyot must be trying to take over Azirgan by going over the mountain of Azeroth to then claim the capital. Even if he was only a mere adventurer who started a few months ago.
Occasionally some soldiers stood in his wake but he couldn't stop now, he tore through their amour with ease, enhancing his sword by wrapping his Ether around the blade. He could feel his energy weaken as the Enchant siphoned his Ether from his body, so he temporarily turned it off until the next best moment to use it.
He has to stop this no matter the cost. Especially knowing that Catherine is in danger and that he may save her.