The wheels rumbled,
and the low-profile black carriage emerged from the Royal Palace, rolling over the desolate streets, flanked by knights whose eyes scanned the surroundings like hawks.
The once bustling streets of the Royal City were now littered with trash, and the few pedestrians hurried along, quickly making way and bowing as the carriage procession passed by.
Even without insignia or family crest, a convoy emerging from the Upper East District certainly belonged to someone of noble status.
The people living in the Royal Capital had long developed a discerning eye; otherwise, a single misstep could plunge their lives into hell.
The carriage silently passed through the sparse gazes of the onlookers,
without the slightest pause, slowly disappearing at the street's end.
With the great war imminent, an endless army lined the outskirts of the city,
though the forces had yet to launch an attack,
the oppression lingered over the hearts of everyone within the Royal City.
