On the seventh day after the Regent King's death, the clouds over the Imperial Capital still hadn't dispersed.
The continuous rain seemed intent on washing away a truth hidden within the royal city, but only pressed the oppressive air lower and lower.
In front of the Imperial Hall, a massive array of nobility and civil servants stood in line, their cloaks billowing in the wind and rain, yet they still maintained their composure.
Today was the day to bid farewell to the Regent King Arons, supposedly a solemn, glorious imperial ceremony.
Yet everyone could see that there was a strange gap between the scale of the funeral and the level it should have been.
The priest's prayers were hurriedly recited, the ceremonial officer's steps were faster than usual, and the coffin was almost hastily sent to the crypt under the escort of several guards.
The nobles exchanged secretive glances; some frowned, others whispered...
