Two quiet days passed after their registration at the government building.
The calm that followed after could not be mistaken for anything but the calm before a storm. The kind that existed only before something enormous changed.
Even though Hiving never stopped being lively, it felt like the city was holding its breath.
Merchants still shouted prices in the streets, smiths still hammered metal, and adventurers still gathered at the guild building to eat or trade, but beneath the noise was the awareness that it could all end soon.
Wade noticed it most in the cafeteria.
Normally, laughter filled the room. There was always someone boasting about a move they used in a dungeon or complaining about guild taxes.
Now, the noise was subdued. Conversations were shorter. Meals were eaten in silence.
He sat at their usual table, a tray of stew before him.
