The silver moon hangs high, the night deep and quiet.
The south gate of Twilight City creaked open with the sound of the winch, creating a gap just wide enough for two carriages to pass side by side, as a convoy escorted a luxury carriage out.
Torchlight flickered on the cold city walls, illuminating the tired and confused faces of the guards.
The curfew in Twilight City has not yet been lifted; those who can leave now are either confidants of the Governor or nobles that the Governor cannot control.
Yet no matter who that person is, they do not understand why this important figure chooses now to leave the city.
Although the siege of Twilight City has indeed ended, those defeated rebels and ratmen won't disappear into thin air just because the flags have fallen.
This group that sold their souls to Chaos will transform from organized bandits to unorganized bandits, plaguing the ordinary people of this land once more.
