A series of astonishing events was unfolding in this imperial capital with two centuries of history—some people were being purged, some mistakes were being corrected, some plans once abandoned were being restarted. Some people left their homes and vanished from the world forever, while others suddenly received secret orders, activated like seeds dormant for ten years and set into motion once more...
And all of it was shrouded beneath the particularly thick and lingering fog of Fog Moon, Typhon Year 739.
Count Duller stood within his family estate, on a third-floor balcony, looking through the broad crystal glass windows at the fog-shrouded street outside. The fog had thinned somewhat today, allowing him to make out the scene across the road—the spire and portico of St. Yolem God of War Church stood in the mist, yet on this day normally meant for worship, not a single commoner passed by or lingered before the church.
Even the boldest commoners remained dozens of meters from the church doors, watching the events on the street with timid, frightened expressions.
A company-sized force of Obsidian Imperial Guard and a large number of Rangers Battle Mages in black robes had gathered before the church. Scattered soldiers could also be seen along the paths around the church and near various concealed intersections. Count Duller saw the commander of the Imperial Guard unit ordering his men to open the church doors—the clergy inside were clearly uncooperative, but after a rather unfriendly "discussion," the iron-black doors were forcibly breached.
The fully armed Obsidian Imperial Guard and Battle Mages rushed inside.
Some of the commoners watching from afar cried out in alarm, while others held their breath. There were also some who were perhaps believers of the God of War—they looked anguished, cursing and shouting, yet no one dared truly