The following day, chaos descended upon Jomuran before the first rays of the sun.
Bells rang across the city, their sharp toll cutting through the early morning stillness. Patrols broke formation and rushed to their posts. Orders were shouted, repeated, then drowned out by the growing noise.
Around the administrative center, Haynam Magi took up defensive positions, forming layers of protection. Magical wards flared to life along the walls, subtle lights pulsing as the security tightened.
Meanwhile, in the underground prison, the reaction was wild and immediate.
The prisoners began slamming against iron bars, chains rattling loudly, and their voices ringing into a chaotic roar. The noise spread through the complex, turning the already tense atmosphere into something unstable.
