Shadows Beneath the Celebration
While Lane and Brinda carried out Victor's orders beyond the city walls, New Fantom City was slowly descending into chaos.
The celebrations in the town square hadn't stopped. Music still echoed through the streets, laughter drifted through the night air, and countless citizens continued celebrating their newfound freedom.
But beneath the joyful atmosphere, unease spread like an invisible plague.
Fear had already taken root.
Inside several temporary residences, the city's remaining noble families gathered behind tightly closed doors. Curtains were drawn, voices were lowered, and every face carried the same anxious expression.
"What have we done?" one noble muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.
"This is madness."
"A prince has openly declared independence."
"If word reaches the royal court..."
"We'll all be branded traitors."
