The morning sun rose completely, yet it failed to dispel the gloom shrouding Golden Harbor.
The nobles' hurried and chaotic preparations for escape continued, with horses neighing, and wheels squeaking, creating a scene of utter turmoil.
Amidst the chaos, there was an unmistakable sense of anxiety and despair.
"With just these guards, there's no way we'll reach the capital safely!" A marquis, usually living in luxury, was now sweating, his voice trembling, "The magical beasts in the wilderness and the beastman vanguard could attack at any moment! We're heading to our deaths!"
"But apart from them, who else can we rely on?" Another viscount looked around desperately, his eyes full of confusion.
The city guard army had already collapsed, the private soldiers of the nobles were not strong enough, and adventurers had either already fled in this dire situation.
Even if someone asked for exorbitant rewards, they still couldn't guarantee enough security.
