The next morning, there was no attack.
That should have been good news.
Instead, it made everyone nervous.
For nearly two weeks, the human domain had lived from one emergency to another. Every morning brought another report, another damaged settlement, another frightened group of civilians, another argument between the Church and the Authority.
Now there was nothing.
No smoke on the horizon.
No messenger rushing through the gates.
No dark mana detected anywhere near the borders.
Nothing.
It was as though whoever had started the attacks had simply decided to stop.
And somehow, that was more frightening than another attack.
I stood beside the window of the command room, watching the capital wake.
People walked through the streets.
Merchants opened their shops.
Children ran between adults.
Soldiers changed shifts at the gates.
For a city that had spent days expecting disaster, everything looked almost normal.
Almost.
Mia entered the room carrying several reports.
