Chapter 405
Lately, many farmers had noticed their crops were taking longer to mature. The difference wasn’t drastic, but it was significant enough to be noticed by those accustomed to harvesting at a specific time.
If Ikenga’s absence were to persist, this could become a serious issue. For now, however, it was just a slight setback. This was the general sentiment among the mortals.
Another pressing issue affecting the entire world was the occasional disappearance of people. Someone seen one day might be gone the next.
This was a common problem throughout the human kingdom of Nana. This issue, however, did not affect the godlings. Only the demigods could explain why this was the case.
Guards patrolled the streets with serious demeanors, their eyes like hawks, scanning for any detail. Their heightened vigilance stemmed from the fear of becoming the next to disappear.
Whatever was causing these disappearances seemed undeterred by the power of the rulers.
Right now in a city under the leadership of the Omadi kingdom in the eastern continent. As night fell, the patrols intensified. The flickering torchlight cast long, dancing shadows that played tricks on the eyes, amplifying the tension. The guards moved in tight formations, their hands gripping their weapons, the silence broken only by the rhythmic clang of their armor and the echoing of their footsteps on the cobblestones. The usual nighttime sounds of the city—the distant laughter from taverns, the murmur of late-night conversations—were muted, replaced by an unsettling quiet. Fear had cast a pall over the city, silencing its usual nocturnal vibrancy.
Suddenly, a bloodcurdling scream pierced the night. It came from a narrow alleyway just ahead. The guards surged forward, their torches illuminating the dark passage. They found no one, but the air was thick with a strange, metallic scent, and a single, crimson stain marked the cobblestones. It was fresh.
"Spread out! Search the alleyways!" the captain commanded, his voice sharp and urgent.