Time came to seven days later.
The events in Anor Londo had already spread throughout the areas covered by Sain Dungeon.
"What do you think that group of Dark Moon Swords will come up with next?"
"You mean those people who believe in the Shadow Sun? I think they've reached their limit."
In a tavern in Bed City, a few idlers sat around drinking and discussing the recent major events at broad daylight.
They were people on the fringes of society, working odd jobs, drinking, chatting, and not deeply involved in any events, thus becoming a hub for all kinds of rumors.
"I heard they were supposed to defeat that... Aldrich guy to save their god, yet until now, they haven't won, and recently they only broadcasted once, shutting it down immediately after losing. Honestly, I feel a bit sorry for them," said Idler A, shaking his head.
Idler B took a sip of his drink and said, "Apart from fighting that Eating God guy, I heard those Dark Moon Swords are up to many other things."
