Some Things Can Only Be Done at Noon!???

Thud... thud-thud...

Thud-thud... thud-thud-thud...

A series of bell tolls rang out, growing quicker and quicker. After conveying a sorrowful, helpless message to every citizen in Demacia's capital, they finally began to fade.

Following the direction the bells had come from, all the Demacians could easily see:

The palace of the Demacian Kingdom—the Dawncastle, home to King Jarvan III and the Demacian royal family. The main keep of the vast complex of white fortifications, perched at the highest point of the capital and long considered easy to defend but difficult to assault, had finally been completely engulfed in flames...

The fire-breathing dragon that Xin Zhao, the Valiant Demacian, and the palace guards had killed had spewed dragonfire in its dying moments. At first, it had climbed from the gates of the Dawncastle and its first and second floors, but hadn't managed to set the entire castle ablaze!

However,

By the time Jarvan III and the nobles, guards, and servants who had been trapped inside the castle had all evacuated, the fire had gradually grown beyond anyone's control...

The castle's petricite had done nothing to stop that terrible dragonfire, that merciless magical flame. The Demacian soldiers, who knew too little about magic and had no way to contain it, could only helplessly keep throwing seawater onto the dragonfire with buckets and water carts. All they could do was watch their magnificent structure, the Dawncastle that had stood for nearly a thousand years, burn fiercely in the flames.

The towering blaze and the dreadful billows of smoke were clear to anyone in the entire Demacian capital who simply looked up!

This situation added even more sorrow and unease to the Demacian city, which had only just begun to settle down after the chaos caused by the Magical Creatures.

Because,

Many Demacians had begun