January 6, 1091.
For Yan, the true new year was still some days away.
For most countries across the land, the new year had already begun six days ago.
Even so, for most living beings, the date merely meant they were a few steps closer to death. It was hardly worth celebrating.
But for the newly reborn Kazdel, this day held extraordinary meaning.
After the rift in the sky cast its light over all of Kazdel, news of the new king's ascension spread through the dreams of almost every Sarkaz by way of the collective souls.
Those who knew what had happened wondered why the battle of the Twin Kings had produced a third victor.
But ordinary people, unaware of the circumstances, breathed a collective sigh of relief.
The civil war was finally over...
And there had been no news of the former Demon King Theresa's death, which meant she was still alive.
Those who had feared the new king's ways relaxed as well. A peaceful transfer of power was rare, and it proved the new king was no tyrant.
As affairs within Camelot gradually settled, many began contacting friends and family outside the city with the new king's tacit approval.
The Military Commission had taken away the most extreme warmongers, leaving plenty of room in both the mobile city and Kazdel as a whole.
The royal city should have languished after the disaster. Instead, the new king had put it in such good order that no outsider looking at it now would have imagined this was once Kazdel.
There were food stores the Demon King had guaranteed would be plentiful, basic medical care that could at least ease the pain of Oripathy, and simple lodgings that were somewhat bare but clean and warm.
There were even crash-course schools for