The streets that used to be hopping were now as empty as a ghost town. All that former hustle and bustle? Gone, just like that, vanished into thin air. The whole place was filled with this thick, uneasy feeling. And outside the palace, a huge crowd of civilians had gathered. You could hear all kinds of voices, some desperate, some determined. They were thinking that if they all stuck together, maybe they could get the royal family to cave and spill the beans about all those secrets that had been kept under wraps.
Right in the middle of all this chaos that had swallowed up Arizela, Limon and Didra made their way into the city. The creaking of those carriage wheels echoed through the deserted streets. It was a lonely kind of sound, you know? They entered through the north gate, and this long line of five carriages, each with three compartments, made its way to the city's treasury.