Just as Noah chose to place the looming storm above every other concern. The same was decisively being made throughout the world.
The endless clouds hanging above them had become the subject of countless theories, yet not a single race could confidently explain why this never-before-seen phenomenon was happening.
Whether it was humans, beastkin, elves, dwarves, or demons, every being felt the same foreboding unease.
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Far from Noah's territory, the city of Ashenveil had become noticeably busier than usual.
The streets bustled with hurried footsteps as adventurers, merchants, and ordinary civilians moved from one shop to another, carrying far more supplies than they normally would.
Ordinarily, the growing army preparing to march against the demon would've been the only thing anyone spoke about.
Today…
Rumors spread just as quickly as the crowds themselves.
