Morning came. Or at least, it was what passed for morning in this strange land.
There was no rising sun to greet the new day. The sky above the village remained the same dull gray as always, covered by thick clouds that never moved and never parted. The light that spread across the land was dim and cold, giving everything a quiet, almost lifeless feeling.
The village where no one had ever seen the sun once they were stuck in this place. Even so, the villagers woke up early.
Today was the day. The day they had been preparing for. The day they would fight for their freedom.
One by one, the houses in the village became active. Doors opened, footsteps echoed on wooden floors, and people stepped outside while adjusting their armor or fastening belts.
No one overslept. No one needed to be reminded. Everyone knew what awaited them today.
Soon, people began gathering in the center of the village.
