What's the Result?

The sun set in the west.

The brilliant red sun hung on the horizon, bathing the evening clouds in a dazzling orange glow.

Mordred sat atop the highest rooftop on the wall above the palace's main gate, propping up his cheek as he gazed at the bustling royal capital before him. Before he knew it, he had drifted off into a daze.

Beyond the palace's main gate, a vast, broad marble road stretched straight out through the city gates. Even this famed [Augustus Avenue] of the Empire, nearly two hundred meters wide, seemed crowded to the capital's current residents.

The avenue was packed with people and filled with noise, brimming with the vitality of life.

The wealthy and the officials came and went in carriages...