An eerie silence covered the capital of Luak as three city guards patrolled the streets, their hands resting on the hilts of their swords. The citizens, seeing the guards approach, quickly lowered their eyes, their faces pale with fear. They trembled, avoiding any movement that might draw attention. It was as if they hoped to melt into the shadows, to disappear entirely.
The guards marched, stopping in front of a small wooden door. One of them pounded on it so hard the door shuddered, nearly breaking apart.
"Jason Morn!" one of the guards called, his voice echoing through the quiet streets. "You've been summoned to join the army in the North to fight the invaders. You are ordered to leave immediately."
No response came from inside. The guards exchanged annoyed glances before nodding to each other. With a swift kick, the door was forced open, the wood cracking and breaking into pieces.
