Night had fallen completely.
Daniel stood alone atop a solitary hill on the outskirts of Imperial City.
The night wind howled around him, tugging at his robes and hair until they snapped loudly in the air.
He remained motionless, simply waiting.
Alan had said that once night fell, players would begin hearing strange noises, and the Ancestral Statues would also start behaving oddly.
The conclusion they had reached was this: the world of the new version had been layered together, with day and night each belonging to a different world.
Daytime belonged to Aetheria, but the night belonged to another mysterious realm that no one could clearly define.
Just as he was thinking about it, Daniel's ears twitched slightly.
It was here—that strange noise!
Buzz… rustle… whisper…
A jumble of chaotic sounds rushed into his ears all at once.
The noises came and went in fits, yet seemed to follow some hidden code.
