From the sky where light and darkness were clawing at each other,
from the explosions that were splitting space apart, from the battle that had shaken even the entire country…
to a place where there was no sound at all.
The Presidential Palace.
Tall columns of white stone, a ceiling that disappeared into golden darkness, and a soft light that poured in from the huge windows and lit up the polished floor like a mirror. Everything was calm… too calm.
Unlike the whole world outside and unlike the great war that was happening in the capital between two of the strongest Guilds in the country, here it was peaceful.
No noise could be heard and not even a trace of the battle could be seen. It was as if everything happening out there had nothing to do with this place.
But was that really true? No…
This calm was a lie. Everything happening outside affected this palace more than anywhere else, though not physically, but with a much greater impact.
