The Emperor's Death (I)

Woooo—

At the first moment the sun's radiance rose over the horizon, a resounding horn echoed out. Then, an endless, majestic chorus of horns rang throughout the Imperial Capital. The vast Empire was awakened by the light. Thousands upon thousands of Light Cultists clad in golden robes emerged from the palace and headed South. They would walk a very long road, for their steps followed the sun's slow ascent through the sky, until it reached its highest point.

From the dawn of daybreak to the blazing sun overhead.

The sun's rays arrived in order, and the Northlands had always been the last.

By the time they arrived, Ryan had already returned from the dim Snow Plains. North of the Northlands' Great Wall, a vast number of orcs had gathered, ready at any moment to charge into human lands.

"Whoa~"

Warhorse Winter's Chill slowly came to a stop. Ryan raised his head and looked toward his castle. It was brightly lit, every corner already illuminated. Extraordinary power protected every part of Rhino Horn Mountain, ensuring that no accidents would occur on this special day.

Ryan returned to his castle and spent half an hour changing into a magnificent baronial robe. This robe was unique to Ryan; no other baron's attire could compare in splendor.

However, no one cared much about what a baron wore now.

The three Kings had not come, which was expected. However, they had sent their representatives—the royal Crown Princes. This was enough to show that Ryan's prestige on this land had finally become evident after all these years.

Faint sounds of gears began to rise from within the walls and beneath the floor. Then, before everyone's eyes, the walls on every side retreated, while the floor beneath their feet formed into tiers. One banner after another