From Frost Month last year to Planting Season this year,
Green City had fallen into an inexplicable heavy atmosphere.
The sky had changed.
Beastmen, Undead, and even the Fishman Country were pressuring the southern provinces.
On the streets of Green City, people bustled about, but most pedestrians hastened their step, their expressions grave, even the usually loud courtesans at the street corners consciously lowered their voices.
Merenaries in blood-stained armor looked fierce, their spoils of war no longer bodies or hides of Demon Beasts, but skulls flickering with Soul Fire.
A few priests in immaculate white robes, expressions of divinity and kindness, were now distributing holy water diluted hundreds of times along the green-mossed cobblestone streets to the surrounding crowd.
Although the diluted Holy Water in cheap glass bottles had lost its ability to heal injuries and illnesses, it could still barely fend off the invasion of low-level negative energy.