Chapitre 57: Brave Heroes and Heroines

The cool afternoon air whispered through the capital, carrying murmurs of a question: "Did the King truly conspire with the dark forces?" The scent of rain, mixed with the distant aroma of smoky pine, heightened the mystery. However, since the Duke Lightweaver, bravely staked his lives on its falsehood, more citizens began to believe the ominous rumor. 

As a haunting video surfaced, showing Galeborne villages turning into ghostly wastelands, the eerie silence was punctuated only by the mournful wails of the wind. There were no survivors.

This created a survival instinct in many people to find safety for their lives and families. The cobblestone streets buzzed with unease. The rhythmic clatter of horse hooves became more sporadic, as an increasing number of people, their faces illuminated by sunlight, pleaded to enter the Lightweavers' Sanctuaries.