From afar, people continuously left the convoy in unease and regret, heading to farms to escape potential dangers. However, not everyone could safely reach their destinations. Many stray sparks scattered across the flat plains extinguished, then never lit again.
The farm only had a two-story wooden house, a barn, a cattle shed, and a woodshed, clearly insufficient to house hundreds of people.
Most gathered around the bonfire to warm up, and gradually, faint cries of despair spread around the fire—for the invisible hope and for the families in the Royal City.
At the window on the second floor of the wooden house, Lu Li and four exorcists were conversing.
"A city turned upside down? I've never heard of it either," Avar Montes looked to the other perplexed exorcists, his spirits sinking, "This means the situation in the Royal City is really bad."
The Mist of Strangeness was invading the Royal City massively, which was undoubtedly terrible news.
