"What the hell happened here?" Sevi looked around.
"No people."
The wind blew.
"No trace of the Imperial Palace of the North."
Another soft breeze blew.
"It's as if they had disappeared overnight." He bent to inspect the ground. There were no footsteps left nor were there any smell in the air. It was too clean. And too clean means that whoever did this was master.
Oroasis lifted her hand in the air and felt the blowing wind against her palm. "Nothing seems to have been damaged. We can rule out the chances that someone attacked the entire North Kingdom."
"Then someone must have urged them to move." Voronwe walked beside them, adjusting his golden armor. When the three of them stood side by side with their white and gold attire, they look like heaven-sent warriors from the most prestigious classes – the knight, the mage, and the oracle. The army they were leading at the front of the North Kingdom stared at the three figures before them.