The establishment of the Darkness Disaster Prevention Bureau was a major event worthy of the history books.
Yet within the Imperial City, and indeed across the entire kingdom, all seemed quiet. The atmosphere felt no different than any other day.
Twenty years ago, as Darkness and the Common World began to converge, Path Mystic Skills quietly emerged.
But in the spirit of "the greatest wonders hide in plain sight," most common folk remained unaware of these mysteries.
Nevertheless, over the past two months, the populace had still noticed some unusual occurrences.
First, the Ravens that had once filled the skies of the Daqian Territory all dropped dead overnight, returning a clear, blue sky to Daqian.
Next, the many Black-clothed People who crept along rooftops and scaled walls in the dead of night simply vanished.
The thirty-third year of the Zun'an era.
It was the thirtieth of June.
The sun shone brightly in a clear, cloudless sky.
Inside a modest home.
