The Royal City of the Great Jing Empire was like a volcano on the verge of erupting, with oppression and rage filling the air.
The citizens gathered in droves, their faces flushed with agitation, their eyes filled with dissatisfaction and dread toward the current situation.
Like a raging tide, the crowd of protestors surged toward the Queen's Royal Palace. Their interwoven slogans and shouts made the very air tremble.
They held high homemade signs, scrawled with accusations against Queen Ji Shengyue. Their steps were hurried yet firm, intent on expressing their indignation to the Queen.
Just as the citizens were about to reach the Royal Palace, disaster struck.
As if an unseen giant's hand had yanked a massive black curtain across the sky, it darkened in an instant, without a single warning.
The once-azure sky disappeared, replaced by a swath of inky-black clouds. They hung so low they seemed almost close enough to touch, creating an intense, oppressive feeling.
