As he was returning from the tavern, Waylen suddenly heard the sirens of the city ring out.
Without wasting any time, he hurriedly ran towards the outer walls of the city where an elderly figure stood.
Deeply gazing into the distance on the top of the enormous wall outside of the mountain where Henolur resided; a terrifying wind blew from below the walls.
Oddly enough, despite the strong winds blowing, the old man's clothes remained completely still and didn't flutter the slightest.
Sensing something, the old man turned his head and greeted Waylen with a calm smile.
"Waylen, you're back."
"I just came back from a drink, what exactly is going on, Douglas?"
"Haaa."
Closing his eyes slightly, the old man, Douglas, looked towards the distance.
Waving his hand, the strong winds around them completely disappeared and silence descended.
