Azure Sky Wings Base, the giant arena.
A roar like a tsunami surged through the crowd, almost powerful enough to blast the clouds from the sky.
All one hundred thousand seats were filled, and every pair of eyes in the stadium burned with a wild fervor.
The Spiritcom Network broadcasted this passion—intense enough to melt steel—to every corner of the kingdom.
But high above the arena, a luxurious private box remained as quiet as another world.
Allen, draped in a simple black robe, stood silently before the window, like a shadow that had existed there since time immemorial.
The moment he appeared, the ministers in the middle of their reports fell silent, as if choked by an invisible hand.
King William immediately dismissed his attendants and hurried forward, addressing the figure's back. "Lord Wesley."
"No need for formalities."
Allen didn't turn around, his voice flat and devoid of emotion. "I'm just here for the show."
