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The contents of the letter were simple, the nobles were refugees of some sort of attack that the Fierysmith Capital had received, which was also the capital of the entire small, mountainous continent. Apparently, a mysterious force had taken over most of the capital's population, placing them into a deep slumber.
They also spoke about it as if it were a strange Curse, slowly making people sleepy until they fell asleep, unable to ever wake up, they would fall asleep for days without end, slowly becoming dehydrated and starving.
A few people had already died out of starvation, as no magic can heal their endless slumber…
"Blake, this is bad…! That's Alberta's home…" Erika said. "W-What if something happens to her family?!"
"Hmm, we'll have to go there and solve this," I said. "That is no mere "mysterious force" but the doing of an Archdemon!"
"W-What?!" Evelyn was shocked.
