Night blanketed the capital of Vanadias, casting a shadow over an atmosphere already tensed enough.
Commotion surged through every corner of the city as citizens sensed something was amiss. The Teraquin Royal Army had sealed off the city entirely, cordoning off streets with rows of soldiers, their armor gleaming under the moonlight. Hundreds—perhaps thousands—stood guard, their expressions stern and eyes vigilant. With no explanation given, an order swept through the capital, instructing all residents to exit their homes and stand outside with their families.