It didn't take long for a canopy of darkness to envelop the night sky.
Stars glimmered dimly in the dark sky, and the radiant moon illuminated the area.
Dark clouds hovered in the deep expanse of the firmaments, and the chilly wind blew across the areas of the doomed city.
Golems kept constant watch—serving as guards, to alert residents of incoming danger.
This allowed the denizens of the city have a measure of hope, at the very least, despite the fact that their city was surrounded.
Everyone slept peacefully that night—at least, better than the last few days.
The Hero was granted a private lodging, while each of his important leaders were also given comfortable rooms— of course, none were as grandiose as the former.
And so, the night became darker and deathly still, creating an eerie yet peaceful calm. While the town slept, a lone man stood in front of his window and stared listlessly at the distant clouds and dim stars.
His head was heavy, and his heart, desperate.
