Inside the Great Market, stores and shops were scattered everywhere, large buildings standing alongside smaller businesses beneath countless hanging signs.
This was normally the most bustling part of Suncrest City, where merchants, hunters and civilians gathered throughout the day, filling the streets with noise and constant movement.
But under the terror of the mysterious figures and the beast tide that had already torn through the city, the Greet Market had gone unusually quiet.
Most stores were closed, several barricaded from the inside, their broken signs and abandoned goods scattered across the streets.
Overturned carts lay where they had been left, fresh vegetables rotting in the open air.
Some larger stores had deployed their own security, but even those guards stayed hidden behind fortified entrances, unwilling to expose themselves to whatever moved through the city.
