Winterseed village
It was a bright morning, and the sun hung in the sky as usual, blessing the village with its brilliant glow.
Nevertheless, even though the sun bestowed its radiant glow upon the village, it did nothing to dispel the gloomy darkness that had overtaken the village.
Despite it being only about two hours after daybreak, the people of Winterseed remained indoors, and not a single soul could be seen on the street that would normally be bustling during these hours.
The farmers remained at home.
The tailors were too frightened to return to the tailor house and were still deeply shaken by the abductions of Riela.
The soldiers, along with every other member of the village, could not yet believe that their beloved Lord was gone!
Their only hope, the man blessed by their ancestors who had not brought back life and joy to the village but had been working really hard every single day to facilitate growth, had been taken away.
