Backlund, the City of Fog, was blanketed in mist once again today.
The setting sun cast a rosy glow over the smog-laced fog. Though it smelled unpleasant, it looked quite beautiful.
Backlund at dusk...
George III looked dignified and imposing. The few wrinkles on his face only added to his air of authority.
Though his apotheosis ritual was about to begin and he was already an Angel of Sequence One, he still wore his coat and sat at his study desk, handling documents that required his personal approval.
He read every page carefully, marking many of them with notes.
He kept himself busy each day.
When he had finished writing on the final document, he seemed to find a rare moment to rest. He stood by the study window and gazed at the dusk on the horizon.
His eyes, though seemingly cloudy, were remarkably calm.
The greater the occasion, the calmer the mind.
The closer the crucial moment drew, the more peaceful George III felt.
Keeping up his daily work would help him stay in peak condition!
"Soon..."
Just then, George III's expression shifted slightly.
Before he could do anything, the shadows of every building in the palace, cast by the setting sun, suddenly swelled and spread, transforming into a curtain of darkness that blotted out the sky!
Or rather, the entire palace was dragged into a mysterious world of shadow!
The sky around them had turned pitch-black, and the whole palace was cut off from the outside world!
Even George III, Prince of Abolition and an Angel of Sequence One on the Black Emperor Pathway, felt a pang of dread!
"The Evernight Goddess has made her move?!"
Shocked and furious, he initially thought it was the Evernight Goddess's concealment.
But he soon sensed something was wrong. As a Sequence