Genshiro Arakuro dragged his feet as he walked through the streets of Taketsu City. His face was marked by sadness, and his eyes looked hollow. He radiated utter depression, as if his world had fallen apart.
The general atmosphere of the city wasn't what it used to be either. After Genshiro and his men brought the wagons containing… the leftovers of their kin, a wave of subtle terror gradually washed over the city.
Only a fraction of the population had seen the contents of the wagons before the Arakuro Magi had stepped in and gotten rid of the wagons to prevent public unrest.
But the damage had already been done.
Needless to say, those handful of residents who had seen the contents of the wagons were beyond mortified. The news then spread like wildfire within the city, planting a seed of doubt and fear within most of the residents.
