Nightfall had descended upon Dark Rock Town, silent and unannounced.
The small town was unusually quiet; not a human voice to be heard, nor the crow of a rooster or the bark of a dog. It was as if the place had become a realm of death.
House after house sank into the darkness, the once bustling streets now hollow and cold, with only the wind sweeping up fallen leaves, slapping against the dilapidated lanterns hanging from the eaves.
In the distance, a mysterious mist crept in, whispering strange murmurs and fragments of conversation.
The Sword Light dimmed, and Wang Chen landed in front of the town's theater stage.
The stage, located at the center of the town, was once the main entertainment venue for the townsfolk, surrounded by restaurants and teahouses.
In the past, the area was brightly lit and bustling with noise until late into the night.
