Several people stumbled and ran to the middle of the street, only to discover that throughout the city, groups of serfs and soldiers had likewise fled into the streets to take shelter.
"Th-this... could this be the great earthquake Baron Nalant spoke of? Has the Dark Abyss truly struck our Sacred Continent?!"
At this moment, everyone was pale as death. Watching the many dilapidated houses around them collapse one after another, they felt as though they were witnessing the end of the world.
Moreover, amid their terror, they finally remembered Nalant's words.
It was not only the people in this small city who recalled Nalant's warning.
Across the entire Sacred Continent, everyone who had heard Nalant's warning remembered his prior prediction.
For instance, in the great Ducal City ahead, the five hundred thousand allied troops stationed there had already fallen into utter chaos.
Although Chairman Theodore and many duchies' and empires' kings had accepted Nalant's warning, the problem was that they had merely sent the news back to the Sacred Alliance.
As for the troops stationed here, they had not taken precautions as meticulous as Nalant's.
Thus, when the massive earthquake struck without warning, hundreds of thousands of troops were basically lodged within those relatively intact buildings in the city.
The barely usable arrow towers on the walls had long been filled with sufficient soldiers as well.
When the great earthquake came, the first to collapse were these towers that had only received rudimentary repairs, along with many stone houses within the city that were being used as soldiers' quarters.
For a time, the roar of collapsing buildings rang continuously throughout Ducal City. Billowing dust filled the air, accompanied by the panicked wails of countless soldiers.
"Nalant really did predict it!"
Chairman Theodore stood atop the city wall, gazing at