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After a seemingly calm and silent day, the next day arrived quite quickly, the morning sun rose above the skies like always, the people of the Port City seemed more depressed than ever before, knowing that their nation had fallen so much, and even more, as the news about the victims of the Rosenheim Dukedom spread, despair was perhaps the only thing in their hearts now.
The King was dead, the Queen, his concubines, and his children were all in a coma, and there were hundreds of thousands of other people in a similar situation right now. An Archdemon had been posing as their King perhaps for several years, and the people had completely lost their trust with the royal family now.
The prideful elves that had never considered abandoning their continent had now begun to consider escaping this falling continent, now riddled with beasts and demons, and go to the human continent or perhaps the other two continents, which seemed to be in a much better state.
