Zachaeus awoke when he felt the earth shake. But that was impossible. He knew that earthquakes in the lands his kingdom occupied were nonexistent due to how geologically stable the rock and strata beneath it was. It was one of the main reasons he'd chosen these lands to establish his kingdom in thousands of years ago.

No, this was not a mere earthquake.

This was an attack.

Throwing on his clothes, Zachaeus ran towards the window and practically ripped the curtains aside in rage, his mind racing. Could Ulrek have launched an attack of some kind? It couldn't be, for there were no sounds of combat or soldier's marching through the streets, nor the sounds of seige engine's or warcries. An accident then? No, Zachaeus thought to himself as he stepped out onto the balcony, the sunlight only slightly singing his pale white skin, for there were no such places or objects in his city that could cause the world itself to shake. 

So if it wasn't an attack by Ulrek, a foreign army, or some magical/alchemical experiment gone wrong, then what had caused the disturbance he'd felt?

Squinting from the harsh light, Zachaeus let his gaze roam across the city searching for anything amiss until the sight and smell of smoke coming from one of the crowded streets in the southern portion of the city caught his attention. Growling in an unbridled rage Zachaeus' grip on the marble banister he was leaning against tightened so much, the stonework shattered. Letting out a bestial roar, Zachaeus rushed back into his quarter's, grabbed Bloodline, equipped a suit of armor to further combat the sun's effects, and ran back onto the balcony before jumping down to the streets below and running towards the chaos at inhuman speed.

He would find whoever had dared to disturb the lives of his citizens...

And he would kill them.