A gentle wind is blowing. It was warmer than the wind in the north, and it didn’t feel cold.
Looking away from the moon hidden in the clouds, there is a large city shrouded in darkness.
Here, on top of a small hill, one cell (three kilometers) away from Cladius, the capital of the Grantz Empire, four thousand troops were lined up in a commanding position, led by a single figure.
“Looks like it’s over.”
The second prince Selene let out a white breath and smiled.
“What will the awakening of the King bring to the world…?”
Laughing happily and putting his hand over his mouth, the second prince Selene looked down.
“What’s wrong? Driks?”
“I’m concerned about the safety of Prime Minister Gils.
Driks slammed his fist into the ground in frustration and turned his eyes to the Great Imperial Capital.
Selene shrugged his shoulders, thinking that he was very loyal.
“That man will survive. He’ll show up soon… He’s as persistent as a snake, after all.”