It was in the evening.
The sky was getting dark and the weather was becoming cold.
At that time of the day, a coarse voice of a male was heard throughout the village.
"We are all gonna die."
The man, standing on the bridge in the center of the village, yelled on top of his lungs, his voice loud enough for the whole village to hear.
"That place, the sacred domain... It's is destroyed. Our village will be destroyed as well soon."
The man yelled again.
"Why are you all sitting in your houses? Why are you all so relaxed?"
People opened their windows and peeked outside. Hearing the man's words, people exited their houses and headed to where he was standing. Some stopped their works and walked towards the source of the sound.
"We will all die. All die!"
Soon, people gathered around the person who was continuously yelling. The two sides of the river were filled with people.
A young woman was the first to talk.
