With its usual hustle and bustle, the imperial city of Cance now stood eerily silent with nary a sound escaping from any corner.
Under the radiant glow of the Nighteye stood a tall tree with a single blooming flower, its trunk thicker than most city walls and its roots burrowed deep underground.
Currently, the tree had several branches just underneath its single flower which had thousands of pods hanging from them, each throbbing rhythmically like a heartbeat.
The streets below were empty with those that once walked them disappearing without a trace.
It remained this way for quite some time before a strange fog began to spread out, starting from Farfouth and reaching the ends of the city.
The reason this fog was strange wasn't because it could move so quickly, neither was it the unnatural chill it carried with it.
Nay, it was simply because it had a pale green shade.
