Only the Illusionary Moon shone in the night sky; the New Moon was nowhere to be seen. The dim moonlight illuminated the woods and a small town not far away.
From a high vantage point, a few flickering lights could be seen in the town, but they were not the kind of lights a normal town should have. Instead, they were the dying embers of an accidental fire.
With Ian's vision, he could even see traces of a group of residents frantically driving carts and leading oxen, fleeing with their families. Along the roadside leading to the outside world, plenty of garbage and dropped packages had been left behind, clearly indicating the haste and fear of the residents, who didn't even dare come back to retrieve their lost luggage.
There was no one in the town, including any corpses, and no wild beasts either; it was a small blessing amidst misfortune that at least everyone from this town had survived.
