Dongmu Town.
The town is now enveloped in a deathly silence. Both houses and streets are overgrown with twisted black trees, their surfaces covered with eyes resembling those of goats.
Aside from the twisted-gait of the living dead, there is no sign of life in Dongmu Town.
Clearly, under the expansion of the Morolick Clan, Dongmu Town has long since become a heavily affected disaster area.
Inside the church at the center of the town, under the dim candlelight.
A woman wrapped in a cloak of thin black silk sat against the chair back, her white legs crossed at an angle, a beautiful face peeking from under her hood, her red lips slightly raised.
"Mr. Con, hasn't the agreed date with the Morolick Clan and the Speaker arrived yet? What do you mean by coming to inform me now?"
