The unaffected daylight of the Allan Fort was subtly changing with an undercurrent of tension the masses of the surface remained detached from.
But for how long more?
Now, on this projected bright day, two armed Knight guards manning the southwestern gate of the Outer Ring melancholically gazed at the flooding in procession of injured, and deceased Hunters and warriors who set out some time before.
"Today again, too?" One of the guards said with a subtle heavy sigh.
"I hear it's been happening a lot more often outside, even the Association doesn't know what to do."
The sudden increase in the appearance of Dimensional Rifts, and Elder God's Dens.
The other guard sighed deeply.
"There's been more deployment of Knights and Hunters these days. The casualties and fatalities have been unending." He raised his hand forward slightly, and gestured at the procession of Hunters and Knights who just returned from the outside world.