The Uninvited Dread

Nyxander stood still, a lone figure in the midst of chaos, as if the storm of panic swirled around him but could not touch him. His gaze remained fixed, watching the flood of people rushing past like a broken tide, their frantic movements vanishing into the horizon as the morning light slowly bled across the sky.

The rising daylight cast a pale golden sheen, trying to wash away the fear lingering in the air, but shadows of uncertainty still clung stubbornly.

People appeared seemingly from nowhere, rushing in random directions, their faces etched with dread. The confusion hung thick, and Nyxander, lacking a clear path forward, decided to head toward the business district, hoping to uncover something tied to this growing turmoil.

With measured strides, he walked the narrow walkway. The ground lay littered with discarded belongings, crates overturned, and shattered goods strewn like remnants of a broken dream.