Chương 1760: The Voice of the Goddess

A storm seemed to be coming.

It was high noon, but dark roiling clouds as dark as ink seemed to have blotted out the sun as the sky was as dark as midnight. The sun had not appeared since dawn, and the lights in the cities had yet to be extinguished till now.

The streets of the Hollettan Royal City were silent and empty, and while it had yet to rain, the people had little interest venturing out in such weather, common folk or nobles alike. All of them could sense an unnerving aura was enveloping this world, and they all hid in their home, shut their doors and windows and calmed the children in their houses, hoping that this unusual weather would pass soon.