In a night market in a faraway universe, the atmosphere was surprisingly quiet.
The reason for this was of course everyone's panic.
For two days straight, a series of flashing lights and rumblings of thunder could be witnessed from the sky to the far north.
Needless to say, the people saw it as a bad omen and most refused to come out of their homes.
It made living as a simple stall vendor very difficult.
Supernatural calamity or not, a man still had to eat!
A lone vendor looked down at his wares and contemplated the irony of having such treasures but being unable to eat them.
"Hahhh… I wonder if I'm going to starve again today."
"Sjaadur ve?"
The man almost jolted out of his skin when he heard a strange language come from the front of his cart.
He almost jumped out of his skin when he saw a pale woman covered in blood and riddled with wounds.
There was even a sword sticking out of her back…
