Southern Border of Kantadar, Roslava Territory, Morag County.
Sunlight poured over the streets and stone buildings of Chiatus City, with residents bustling as usual, people coming and going on the streets, and the market bustling inside and out.
Exquisite silks hung on shop racks, harvests of vegetables and grains piled high at the stalls, and enticing aromas wafted from bakeries, making everything seem so peaceful and prosperous.
Yet, a subtle silence and unspoken understanding pervaded the air, like an invisible veil shrouding every resident's heart.
Conversations were always cautious, with eyes dodging, as if fearing to touch on something taboo.
No one dared to speak the truth openly, with residents tacitly focusing on their current lives, just as their ancestors had for countless years in Chiatus.
Day after day, the daylight slowly faded away.
The night descended like a black curtain, once again enveloping the entire city.
