In the vast squares of the cities, where sounds always intertwined and life flowed ceaselessly, an unusual silence suddenly took hold.
The messengers of the Holy Empire, in white and gold robes with emotionless faces, stood in the center of the squares and unrolled scrolls on which the royal seal shone. The sunlight fell on that seal and turned it into something beyond a simple command, as if the words themselves carried a power that could not be ignored.
One of them stepped forward and began to read in a voice that spread through the space unnaturally.
"By the decree of the Divine Prophet…"
The people held their breath.
"The Cursed Tree, which is considered a threat to the balance of the continent, must be destroyed."
Whispers began, but most people were confused. After all, this was a decree that had already been announced.
So why was it announced again? Did the Holy Empire want to make sure no one had forgotten this matter? The people really didn't understand.
