The next morning in Silvermist began with an explosion of extraordinary activity. The sun had just risen on the eastern horizon, painting the sky with a beautiful yet dramatic golden-red hue, as if nature itself was issuing a warning. The city's stone streets, usually quiet at this hour, were now filled with the rumble of heavy footsteps, the creak of leather armor, the clink of clashing weapons, and hundreds of voices full of excitement mixed with tension. Adventurers, hired hunters, freelance mages, mercenaries, and even a few opportunistic merchants from various regions flocked to the official assembly point.
