"What a needless disaster!"
After daybreak, the Wrynn Family's Block City remained unaffected by the Nightmares, as usual.
The territories of other families fared far worse. The sounds of people weeping in grief over their dead loved ones blended together, echoing across the land.
After daybreak, the lords of various places sent people door to door to inform everyone of the Nightmares' attack patterns, hoping to prevent further heavy casualties.
From now on, once it grew dark, everyone had to shut their doors and windows and make their homes safe. They were not to go outside at night.
Over the next few nights, the villagers who had experienced Nightmare attacks could hardly sleep.
They huddled beneath their blankets, trembling as they listened intently to the sounds outside. At the slightest noise, they thought the Nightmares had come, and feared they would tear through the doors and windows to get inside.
Their fears were unnecessary. The Goddess of Night had gone mad, but not completely. Her divine office of Guardian of Night was still in effect.
The Nightmares, born from the erosion of the divine office of Night by the Darkness of the Star Sea, were still held in check. They couldn't run wild and could only attack intelligent beings who ventured outside at night, in accordance with the rules.
A closed room was an absolutely safe shelter. Even a flimsy thatched hut that could be pushed over with a single shove was safe. The Nightmares, with their sharp fangs and claws, could only prowl outside. They couldn't attack.
For the next few days, most residents spent the nights in fear, unable to sleep until dawn. Only then did they finally relax, overcome by drowsiness and fall asleep.
Humans were day-active creatures. If everyone stayed up at night and slept during