Morning finally arrived, the gentle sun resuming its place in the sky. Sadly, its brilliant glow couldn't wash away the gloomy mood shrouding Winterseed. Even the soft wind couldn't lessen the sadness.
The village square was filled to the brim with villagers, most of whom were shedding tears, while a few tried to maintain calmness—but even their composure couldn't hide their worries. The square was so crowded and busy that some villagers had to stand outside to witness everything.
In the middle of the village square, six corpses lay immobile on the ground. The villagers flocked around the corpses.
"Noooo! Why did they have to die? They were good people!"
"Mommy, is Big Brother going to wake up again? He promised to play with me today."
"My son, come back!"
Loud cries of extreme sorrow blasted across the area. The scenes at the village square were of villagers crying and others trying their hardest to console them.
