The final night of the harvest festival had arrived, and the celebration had reached its zenith.
News of the spectacular event had spread far and wide, drawing visitors from distant estates who had heard whispers of the legendary festivities that had been organized.
They came on carriages and horseback, on foot and in groups, their eyes wide with anticipation as they approached the glowing wonderland.
Because of this, the festival grounds were more crowded than ever before.
Stalls were packed with customers.
Rides had lines stretching for hundreds of meters.
Performers drew massive crowds that cheered and applauded with abandon.
The air was thick with the smell of sizzling food, and the electric energy of thousands of people having the time of their lives.
But because of this massive influx of visitors, the Holy Guard couldn't spend their time casually like usual.
They were fully on patrol, their eyes sharp and alert as they monitored the crowds.
