Duskmoon Hollow
The market was alive in Duskmoon Hollow.
Traders shouted prices from wooden stalls stacked with fruits, spices, and fabrics.
Some of the witches openly sold their charms and artifacts, the locals already accustomed to their presence.
Children on the other hand laughed as they chased one another through the narrow lanes. Their mothers stayed close by, some
haggling over baskets of grain, while the others gossiped excitedly with their neighbors.
Then, out of nowhere, a boy barely in his teens came sprinting down the street, his face pale and breath ragged. "The Supreme Alpha is back!" he screamed.
The effect was immediate.
Mothers snatched up their children, while traders slammed their stalls shut with trembling hands. Some scattered to homes nearby, shutters clattering as windows were covered. While the rest found hiding spots, waiting the moment out. No one wanted to be a scapegoat.
