Baron Geisler's Territory: The Alarm
Meanwhile, far from Volk's location, a low, ominous wail echoed across Baron Geisler's territory.
WHOOOOO-OOO! WHOOOOO-OOO!
The sound was unmistakable—a deep, resonating horn accompanied by the faint crackle of magical pulses.
The alarm's cry carried through every village, castle, and farmland under the Baron's jurisdiction.
It was not a sound anyone wished to hear.
Farmers in the fields froze mid-swing, their scythes hanging limply in their hands.
The women gathering water by the river dropped their buckets, watching the horizon with wide eyes.
Children playing near the gates stopped their games, their laughter silenced as the chilling sound reached their ears.
Inside the bustling markets of the main town, merchants paused mid-barter, their voices trailing off.
Customers turned their heads toward the towering bell tower in the center of the square.
