As the first ray of dawn shines on Silver Moon City, a half-elf guard yawns his way to his post.
He rubbed his sleep-filled eyes, about to begin a day of work.
However, the next second, he was completely stunned.
His eyes bulging out, his throat making strange noises.
Soon, his whole body began to shudder violently.
"Hurgh——"
He vomited all over the floor.
As if it was a signal, following him, vomiting, screaming, and cries of horror echo continuously atop the city.
"It's terrible! It's terrible! The Easterners are killing us again!"
The piercing alarm abruptly broke the quiet morning, plunging Silver Moon City instantly into an atmosphere of tension and stagnation.
Even during the last siege led by Viscount Auston, the city's guards were not as panicked.
Because last time, there were not mountains of skulls beneath Silver Moon City——
Skulls of half-elves!
