At night.
Somewhere in the Dasiris Empire.
In an eerily dark village, named [High Hills], from where a dull image of a towering [Tower Of Sin] could be seen, people numbering in thousands were seen gathered.
The village was built in between the comparatively high hills that gave the village a beautiful wavy aesthetic, with short hanging bridges connecting a hill with another while houses were built on the slants and slopes formed by the hill(y) terrain.
In that silent, abandoned seeming village without anybody or anything roaming outside once the skies darken, every villager was seen gathered in front of a sturdy stage, currently occupied by a man with an ominous grin.
The atmosphere seemed festive, lit with bright lights and jovial but near-crazed laughter filled the air, yet everything starting from the buildings to the people inhabiting them, everything felt strangely eerie while a dark and melancholic air enveloped the village whole.