In the afternoon, the Ding Character Plaza in front of the Forest Goods Market was still bustling with crowds and vendors.
However, just a few hours later, although the sun in the sky had not yet shifted thirty degrees, the tranquil atmosphere on the plaza was utterly gone.
In its place were the tightly shut doors and windows of shops, teams of neatly dressed hunters with serious expressions, and a pervasive air of tension and unease.
The wind howled eerily, with scant dust swirling about the clean streets.
Sculptures of Dendrobium and gargoyles forged from obsidian hung silently on the rooftops and eaves around the plaza, their eyes occasionally moving to show the wizards that they were not truly inanimate.
In front of the Forest Goods Market, supporters who had arrived successively at the plaza had a clear formation and distinct columns.
