As Midas issued his call, a hushed expectancy settled over the Fort. It was as if the whole world heard his call and went silent, waiting to see what would happen next. This was a collective pause that transcended the mundane rhythms of life, bringing contrasting feelings and emotions into the hearts of those who heard it.
The Patrolmen, who were doing their jobs while everyone slept, felt themselves caught in Midas' urgency. They exchanged sceptical glances with each other, their curiosity ignited by their Clan Leader.
The darkness was coming? Was he for real?
But it had only been a bit more than 24 hours though… Was it not too implausible for the day and night cycle to be so… Weird? What the hell was wrong with this Trial?
