The royal capital of the Kingdom of the Burning Ice was, without a doubt, an incredible city.
With over a million inhabitants, the metropolis stood surrounded by walls that rose twelve meters into the sky, defended by a garrison of ten thousand soldiers. That was without counting the tens of thousands of royal troops who served directly under the crown.
At the heart of the vast city, guarded by dozens of fourth-stage experts, stood the royal palace. It served as the residence of the current king, as well as the kingdom's current sixth-stage ancestor, the realm's supreme protector.
It was a vast and luxurious palace, its towers rising dozens of stories high while third-stage soldiers guarded every corridor.
It was into this palace that an imposing figure burst.
He had steely blue eyes and features hardened by decades of combat. Draped over his shoulders was a black cloak clearly fashioned from the armor of a third-stage beast.
