Varasima has fallen. This was the news that Avalonia's citizens woke up to, the moment they opened their eyes. From aristocrats to the homeless, everyone knew about it, and the fear of the demon had certainly escalated, which undoubtedly troubled them. At the same time, Adam was in the advisor's office.
He sat in his usual place, arms crossed over his chest, his brows furrowed. He was dressed in his usual, not even work attire, all in black - a black shirt, black trousers, and black shoes. Although it was a coincidence, the chosen color matched the mourning mood that prevailed in Fortengard. It seemed that overnight, all the citizens' positive outlook had disappeared, and the fall of Varasima and the tragic, horrifying death of the king was something even Adam dared not announce to the public.
