The town square was alive with quiet urgency.
People gathered in tight clusters, packs slung over shoulders, carts creaking under the weight of essentials hastily chosen.
Children clutched blankets. Elders leaned on staffs. No one truly understood where they were going—only that Kael had said they were leaving, and that was enough.
They were preparing with the intention of never returning here, as that was what they had been told would happen.
Some felt sad leaving this place they had come to call their home, but they didn't protest because the one who made this place their home was the one who was asking them to move.
So, instead of thinking about what would be left behind, they all started to plan how to make their next location more comfortable for staying.
The weapon makers and craftsmen were already ready to start construction the moment they were teleported because that was what they could do.
