The sun rose over the horizon like a silent guardian watching over the world below.
After the last night's partying, the city woke up slowly and stayed more quiet than usual.
Because of increased tension, the taverns and bars officially closed. It was because there were more frequent fights and disturbances breaking out among the patrons.
Guilds versus guilds.
Factions versus factions.
That's why, because it was the last day to have an actual party, most of the guilds drank their fill of alcohol and celebrated before the official closure.
It was unclear when they would be open again, but one thing was clear. It wouldn't happen any time soon, as the day that war broke out was fast approaching.
Currently in the Dying Star Guild's meeting room, the top members of the guild had gathered for the final meeting before they all would go prepare for the war.
