Before the sun unveiled the black world, a servant slipped away silently in dark robes.
Just as when he had arrived, his movements were quick and agile, leaving no one to know exactly what had transpired that night.
Those in the know were bribed with Gold Coins, keeping quiet, leaving others in fear of not knowing what might happen under the veil of the night.
Fear of the unknown always led to worrying about something terrible happening.
So, there was always a dim light burning through the night in the watchman's hut, but it could not fully illuminate the darkness.
Hence, people always prayed that misfortune would not come to them.
On this continent, a religion rose under the Emperor's support, that was the Church of Holy Light.
The town mayor, after a wild night of pleasure, was almost drained of energy. However, even so, he still arrived at his private chapel, dark circles under his eyes.
