The atmosphere in Moon City was tense and filled with anxiety, a palpable sense of foreboding hanging in the air.
Although the orcs had only just declared war less than twenty-four hours ago, thanks to the fast communication network of the Magi in the Southern Federation, everyone in every city that still hadn't fallen had now become privy to it.
The citizens of Moon City were on edge. Streets that were once bustling with activity were now eerily quiet. Although the city was situated inland, far away from the Murky Mountains, the citizens couldn't help but begin to panic.
In the city's countless taverns and inns, the mood was somber as friends and family came together to discuss the current situation. They spoke in hushed tones as if speaking loudly about it would make the impeding danger come sooner.
Many were even making plans to flee the city, seeking refuge further southward where the land met the Misty Sea.
