As time passed, support arrived for the affected parties, quickly bringing the situation under control.
But in this first attack, the wild beasts of viscount rank made no move.
Not long after, the first golden rays of the sun began to illuminate Kiran Mountain, bringing an end to this long night where many families were destroyed by the wild beasts.
At the northern and southern ends of the city, heart-rending cries still hung in the air. They mingled with the stench of blood. Corpses were piled up in disorder: beasts, children, pregnant women, knights, magicians, nobles, and commoners. They all ended up the same, with empty eyes, their flesh torn open, their stories cut short.
Kael watched them from the top of a partially destroyed tower, with the same calmness with which one contemplates a stream of water.
