Hex walked away from the hubbub. Even at night the crowd hadn't thinned. On the contrary. More people seemed to be out and about during the night.
Seeing the several forces mix with each other and party all over the place, Hex couldn't help but question whether a war that would sweep the world had truly started.
Forget the war. Even without the war he expected some tension to exist between groups. After all, foe and friend, all were mixed in the crowd.
But no, no fight broke out. No division between forces could be observed. It all looked like one giant party. It truly baffled him.
'I will ask Sterling,' Hex decided. For now, he threw it to the back of his mind. Something far more urgent required his attention.
The cluster of branches and leaves were denser the closer one got to the trunk. Usually, it was hard to determine whether it was truly day or night in the outside world. Wrixia's day and night depended on the position of the leaves.
