Three days later…
The city of Montrelle stirred with unusual energy.
From the bustling plaza to the winding alleys of its outer districts, citizens gathered shoulder to shoulder before the tall wooden bulletin boards that stood like sentinels in every district square.
The pages posted there rustled faintly in the wind, but it was the stillness of the crowd that made the air feel heavier than usual.
People whispered, gasped, and pointed.
Murmurs spread like wildfire.
"Is this… really true?"
"Idiot, it's from the City Bulletin. You think they'd post jokes there?"
"You're right, but still— after eight years?"
"What could they even do now?"
"Maybe... let the families say goodbye properly?"
…
Eyes scanned a freshly plastered announcement, one that bore the seal of the Midas Merchant Organization in shimmering gold ink.
Its presence was unmistakable, the symbol catching sunlight like a beacon.
Official Announcement from the Midas Merchant Organization
