Morning spread across the city in a strange mixture of normalcy and unease, the streets alive with movement as vendors opened their stalls and carriages rolled along the main roads, yet beneath it all lingered a tension that refused to fade after the events of the night before.
Groups of people gathered at corners and outside shops, their voices carrying urgency as they spoke in hushed but intense tones, every conversation inevitably circling back to the same topic.
"They're saying it's at least Level 5…"
"At least? Then what if it gets worse…?"
"It's in Velmora District, right? That's Valmont territory…"
"Exactly, which means this isn't something small… something like that doesn't just happen…"
"What about the academy? Will they send students…?"
"I heard the upper years are already being deployed…"
