Chapter 3 - 01: The Escaping Lich
Midsummer, midnight, Southern Keltos Continent, a peaceful small town.
A giant red moon shone upon the land, casting everything in an eerie color.
The winding cobblestone path, vine-covered walls, and rows of tightly packed houses stacked upon each other.
The intermittent caterwauling of tomcats echoed at midnight.
The old horse in the stable leisurely chewed on hay, while the worker responsible for cleaning up was struggling to shovel the charred horse manure onto a wooden cart, raising a cloud of white smoke.
The streets, crowded during the day, now only had drunkards passed out in the corners. In their sleep gibberish, the breeze blew through, gently rolling the empty bottles beside them.
The whole world was eerily quiet, so silent that the sound of scurrying rats could be heard clearly.
Amid this tranquility, a shadow sneaked into the town.
Soon after, a commotion could be heard in the distance. More accurately, it was a mix of clatter from galloping hooves and clanking armor.
Residents who hadn't yet fallen asleep pushed open their balcony doors and peered into the distance.
Soon, a group of knights carrying torches poured into the remote town, waking up the entire town's residents with the noise of their hoofbeats. They lit oil lamps, opened windows, and secretly peered out from their rooms. The braver ones simply pushed the doors open and came out.