Ten minutes after their arrival, someone had appeared in front of them, a figure towering over Alan at a height of four meters. He had a bulky figure, but one couldn't figure out what race he belonged too because of the magical cloak.
He bowed as he urged everyone to follow him. Alan and the rest obliged, walking behind the man. The man led them away from the town square, further and further into the city. During this time, they had no choice but to remain silent, like the entire city.
The lights, and the multitudes of people walking beside them, never released a sound. Even the shops, bustling with people... but never a single sound. It was eerie and depressing, especially to them.
It couldn't be helped, true silence like this was unprecedented. Even when one fell asleep, their bodies produced sound, the surrounding environment produced sound, no matter what, sound always existed in their lives, and now they were deprived of it.
