The Sudden Arrival of Doomsday (First Update)

Five days remained until the planet exploded.

The morning light was dim, and wind stirred along the path outside the New Royal Capital.

Horse whinnies and human voices drifted on the breeze. Thin cooking smoke curled from chimneys, carrying the smell of charred wood.

The "Silver-Robed Tailor" stood outside the Tailor's Workshop, rubbing his hands and craning his neck as he watched the approaching procession with wide eyes. Well informed as he was, he had heard from a passing scout the night before that the Lightbearers would come this way in the morning. To avoid trouble, he had brought his apprentices out to welcome them.

"There are so many of them. That's an army," his male apprentice said, clutching a baguette with an eager look. "I've heard their stories from bards. They're the Lightbearers who specialize in fighting evil spirits, and they say none of them were born nobles." Through the rising dust, the Tailor saw a dazzling river of gray-white cloth, warm brown leather, and cold gray steel. The procession advanced along the path, the breeze snapping several banners above their heads as holy white light flickered across them. The Tailor's female apprentice laughed. "Only a fool believes bards' tales. According to them, Lord Xia Lun is a giant with three heads and six arms."

"Quiet, both of you. Don't talk nonsense!" the Tailor scolded under his breath. "Don't cause trouble, but don't fawn over them either. Just be polite. Armies are far more dangerous than evil spirits."

The female apprentice pursed her lips, unconvinced. The male apprentice looked as though he wanted to say something, but held back.

The Tailor sighed. "I know the Lightbearers have a fine reputation, but remember, words are just wind. Think of the cannibal bandits from the Dark Doomsday. Before they were found