The beams of light intermingled with the rain, and from afar, it seemed as if the raindrops passing through them had turned into pure gold.
Everyone looked up, as a crack opened in the dark clouds above, which had not allowed a single ray of sunlight through. Pure white light, like wings, descended from behind the cloud layer, gently blessing the crowns of the citizens below.
Rays of light pierced through the clouds and descended upon the harbor.
Reid Dulo stood by the window, this old soldier seemed to be infusing his entire life's strength into his stance, standing ramrod straight.
Only his hands were tightly clenched into fists.
The Ancient King walked on the cloud tops, observing in silence, yet the descendants could only remain speechless. Do the nobles of Erune still remember the oath engraved upon the longsword?
They could not respond.
