The Sorcerer world, ring one hundred and thirty two.
In a run-down village in a mortal country.
At the edge of the forest outside the village, a young man was picking firewood and looking up at the sky from time to time.
Even a mortal could see the changes in the sky. It was a shocking sight.
The terrifying vortex continued to expand, as if it wanted to occupy the entire sky and then devour everything in the world.
Rumors about the vortex rose up, all about the interpretation of the change, and most of them were related to the disaster.
The kingdom also had countermeasures to such situations, which was to capture the people who spread rumors.
Whoever dared to speak nonsense would be arrested, paraded in public, and then thrown into prison.
If they angered the captured Knights, they might even be beheaded on the spot and fed to the Knights 'magical beasts.
That terrifying scene left a shadow in the hearts of many bystanders.