The sun was high in the sky, blazing brightly. However, to the people inside the capital, the day was shrouded in dark clouds.
A heavy tension hung over the capital. Fear gripped people's hearts like a vice. The usual busy street had few people on it.
The bustling taverns and restaurants were empty.
From time to time, men would race through the somewhat quiet street with their faces etched with panic.
Every corner of the capital was filled with tension.
Only a few forces were not bothered by the tension.
Inside the Artifact Refining Hall, the hall elders were shouting and pointing fingers at each other.
"The Hall Master and the Vice Hall Master should surrender themselves," an old man shouted.
"What do you mean? You, this selfish bastard! Is it not all of us that agreed to join the alliance?" another elder retorted in a loud voice.
