"Finally, it looks like things are starting," Rodolf said after releasing another long yawn.
Below the Crown Terrace, the Grand Forum had become a sea of people.
Several hundred thousand spectators filled the enormous amphitheater, spreading across the terraces and open standing areas in every direction. From the elevated height of the Crown Terrace, they looked almost like tiny moving dots, too distant for individual faces to be seen. Yet their presence felt real through the sheer volume of sound rising from below. Excited voices blended together into a constant roar, punctuated by cheers, laughter, and the occasional chant from groups who had come to celebrate the Saintess's reveal.
The crowd was festive, restless, and full of expectation.
