Winston Town, an alley brimming with decadence and a mysterious air, unlike the raucous festivities elsewhere, here it was eerily quiet, as if everyone had retired to their dreams ahead of time.
Crack!
The first disturbance came from outside of a bookstore.
It was a stout, grey-white tree root that abruptly broke through the pavement tiles, jutting out. Then, one after another, similar roots burst forth from the ground at an alarming speed. They appeared to be living entities, growing at a terrifying pace and fusing together.
Soon, in front of the bookstore, a peculiar portal appeared.
Amidst the flickering lights, figures began to emerge. Most of these figures were clad in the traditional and vibrant attire of gypsy girls, and there was not a single male figure among them. Each one of them emanated a torrent of Magic Power.
Their leader was a woman whose age was difficult to assess.
