The morning came quietly, no drums, no celebration, just silence settling over the capital like a heavy blanket.
Leo dressed in the dark clothing a servant had left on his bed, formal but simple, and a note that said: Memorial attire, come to the main hall when ready.
When he arrived, the delegation was already gathered, everyone wore dark colors, Iori's black robes made her white hair and red markings stand out even more, Akane stood straight, her playful demeanor nowhere in sight,Takeshi and Yuki flanked them, both silent and serious.
" Let's go, we will be walking," Iori said, no elaboration needed.
They left the estate on foot, joining the streams of people moving through the capital streets toward the Grand Arena, everyone wore dark colors and everyone moved quietly, the usual chaos of the city replaced by collective mourning.
The Grand Arena came into view.
