The strange wilting of the tree branches brings an unwanted flip to the pit of Chanel's stomach. They haven't, as a school, had a very good track record with trees and vegetation for the last few hours. She goes up to inspect the yellowing branches, to see if there's anything different on that side.

"What are those sigils." She snaps, because she's nervous, and as far as she can tell, those are the only things that changed.