Emergency

In Aurora, a heavy tension hung in the air. The somber mood of the inhabitants was palpable, as if time had frozen for a week.

Ever since the enemy had set fire to the forest, fear had gripped the city.

Day after day, the inhabitants watched as waves of wounded poured in, some severely burned by the devastating flames that ravaged the forest.

A flood of fleeing beasts had rushed toward Aurora, seeking refuge. The townspeople, despite their own distress, had tried to shelter them as best they could.

The sky was veiled by thick clouds. Ash was everywhere, filling the atmosphere and further weighing down the anxiety of civilians, already helpless in the face of this catastrophe.

Activities had been reduced to the bare minimum. The markets were nearly deserted, the shops closed, and only small groups of soldiers and healers moved about, their faces marked by fatigue and worry.