Bowang City.
A three-story inn stood quietly along the boisterous streets of the day, now silent at night. Inside, behind closed doors and windows, a man sat at a desk with the map of Bowang City still spread out before him.
The map was the same one, yet within a mere three days, it seemed to have withered considerably, a desolate aura immediately striking anyone who laid eyes on it.
The man's slender fingers traced slowly over the scroll as he murmured softly, "With autumn's chill comes sorrow for all, who here has fulfilled their aspirations?"
An autumnal mood began to surge.
A young man stood silently to the side, unable to discern any changes in the map, but the man's pupils were swirling with profound and mysterious transformations.
A moment later, the man dipped his pen in ink and drew a bright red circle over a residence in the southeast corner of the city.
Observing this mark, the young man's chiseled face grew even more stern.
