The night sky was pitch dark, darker than usual as if heavy clouds hung over the firmament. There was no breeze felt or in sight, the atmosphere was deathly still, a wandering spirit hung over the entire city of Changwon, stretching on to far and nearby cities, not exempting Min-ji, Min-ae, Shin-ae, Haesbich, and overall, the ominous aura loomed over the entire continent of Yeong-won.
Guards, warriors, adventurers, and people of that calibre, throughout the entire continent, were all alert that night, unable to sleep as they restlessly turned on their beds, finally giving up to watch the sky, wondering what could cause the night to have such a deathly expression.
Whatever the case may be, one thing remained clear. The night was not friendly, and something out there was tormenting the atmosphere.
Their assumptions were not far off.
