The real world. Day ten.
Golden Stone City's once-bustling streets were now completely deserted. Every home had its curtains drawn tight, as if trying to shut out the rest of the world. However, the overwhelming wails across the Spirit Communication Network seeped into every household like a pervasive, toxic gas.
"It's been ten days! My son is only sixteen!"
"The Wizard must give us an explanation! This is murder! Barefaced murder!"
Panic fermented, and anger accumulated. The public's sentiment gradually slid from their initial trust in Allen Wesren into an Abyss of suspicion and bitter resentment. The order of the entire kingdom teetered on the brink of collapse.
In the palace corridors, no one had dared to speak loudly for three days. His Majesty paced back and forth in his room like a caged beast, having shattered and replaced his teacups several times over.
