Days changed in the blink of an eye; another twenty days had passed. The world's atmosphere was anything but crowdy. Many would see this as positive, yet it was the calm before the storm. While the civilians remained clueless about what was about to happen, the soldiers and Warriors were always on edge for the past month. The war was coming close.
Armies from the neighbouring Kingdoms which stood under the banner of Rectusomine were crowding Cresundia. Normally, they would have felt happy for the assistance given that they had lost a lot of powerful people in subjugation missions; however, they didn't feel safe despite the enormous support that they got. They felt something wrong that they couldn't tell pinpoint. Something was eating them from the inside, but that might be just their paranoia.
