As the sun gradually descended in the sky, casting a warm and orange glow over the city of Arizela, a palpable sense of unease and foreboding filled the air. The usually vibrant and bustling streets, now seemed to be consumed by an eerie silence, interrupted only by the hurried footsteps and panicked cries of the civilians.
"They should have heard about the migration. The royal family assured them that they would take everyone along and leave no one behind, but why these unnecessary actions?" Lalali said with a sigh, her voice laced with helplessness and frustration as she watched the frantic movements of the people on the street.
Lord Limon, sitting gracefully atop his steadfast steed Uzi, observed the chaotic scene with a composed and insightful expression.
