For the first time in a long while, the imperial capital was bustling with life. 0

The era of upheaval had finally ended, and the square was filled with lively anticipation. In just a few months following the end of the war, the capital had regained its former grandeur, and the streets were now abuzz with excitement for the upcoming celebration.0

“Move the pillars this way!”0

“Raise the flags from the left! Make sure the rows and columns are aligned!”0

“Yes, sir!”0

The fountain that once stood in the square had been removed, replaced by a massive altar. As workers added the finishing touches, white flags bearing unique emblems fluttered in the wind.0

Those banners represented the Ranion Alliance, the northern tribes, and even the warriors of the south and the former Lurein Principality. 0

“A month has passed, yet no sight of our lord…” Dushala sighed, glancing at the completed altar.0

“So what, do we just cancel the ceremony?”0

Miliana shared the same worry. The large coffin set beside the altar added an eerie atmosphere to the scene.0

“Our lord set the date himself. The entire Ranion Alliance has gathered, and the principality’s forces have already...0