The night of Imperial Capital Brunswick is solemn. Under the dim lights, the entire city is in a state of curfew. Patrol teams, Witch Hunters, Ascetic Monks, Combat Priests, and Paladins almost never cease their back-and-forth through the streets, loudly reciting various announcements and notices.
Brunswick's night is also quiet, so quiet that apart from the sound of the Rick River flowing, almost nothing else can be heard. The extreme prosperity and bustling noise of the day seem to transform into a different world.
This is due to the strict curfew of Emperor Karl Franz. Because beneath the night of this city, nobody knows what lurks. This city, the greatest in human history, has long grown overcrowded beyond its capacity. Humans have been accumulating here for two thousand years, starting to build tribes amidst countless external enemies to protect themselves.
