In the early morning, after being filtered by the barrier, the sun's radiance once again spilled over the city. Dalaran's residents gradually woke up, got out of bed, and dressed.
Suddenly, everyone shuddered and, as if by prior agreement, stopped what they were doing.
Something was wrong!
Very wrong!
At that moment, many people realized that something was amiss. It felt as though something routine had suddenly vanished from their lives.
What was it?
That was right! Explosions!
They had actually slept until broad daylight without hearing even a single explosion!
No wonder they had felt so restless in their sleep last night...
A crowd hurriedly threw on their clothes, not even bothering with breakfast before rushing outside. They stopped anyone they met to ask what had happened and why their explosions were no longer going off.
At the very least, some of Bell's plans had been quite successful in this regard. He had successfully planted a restless seed in the hearts of Dalaran's residents.
In the Council Hall atop the Central Tower, compared to a week ago, there were now many sophisticated-looking, finely crafted instruments. Several Wizards were busily working beside them.
"Everyone, no need to rush. We've got plenty of time, so it's fine to take it slow."
Seated at the head of the long council table, Bell smiled at the busy staff with the air of a considerate boss who cared for his subordinates.
Bell was in an exceptionally good mood. Over the past week, he had watched Dalaran's changes unfold.
Originally, he had thought that people would surely be extremely unaccustomed to it at first and panic terribly.
Yet the extraordinary adaptability everyone displayed had greatly surprised even Bell. In less than a single day, Dalaran's residents had become unfazed by explosions happening right