In the capital, inside a room in an inn, Isabell was lying in bed as she stared at the ceiling and thought about what she had just heard.
After the warning about the war, she was sure things were a lot worse than she thought.
"What should I do now? Wait for orders? Stay hidden until the capital is destroyed?" She sighed as she sat up in bed and prepared to leave. It was late at night and she had spent the entire afternoon in her room.
Outside it was raining lightly and a cold wind blew the window curtain.
She got up slowly and then went to the window to a lookout. Everything was dark and silent. It was like the atmosphere of a funeral, especially with this rain falling on the capital that made the atmosphere even more morbid.
"It seems that this news ended up taking everyone by surprise. But then, what should I do?" She leaned out of the window and continued to stare at the street that passed in front of her window.