Crackle, crackle...
The blazing white lightning pierced through the vast bottom of the clouds, akin to a furious azure dragon plummeting towards the inner ring of the Royal Capital of Ariane Country, but just as it was about to touch the ground, it abruptly shifted from extreme movement to extreme stillness.
The dazzling brilliance receded, and a tall figure floated gently to the ground like a leaf. It was a dignified young man in a red brocade robe, with sun-like radiant golden hair and a god-like majestic build.
"Your Majesty!"
The soldiers stationed in the city fell to one knee to welcome their King, with no one daring to inquire why the esteemed Divine Son returned early from Oyufemos Country or where his entourage had gone.
Their endless might, as radiant as the sun and as thunderous as the heavens, was unmistakable, leaving not a shred of doubt about the King's identity in their minds.
The Divine Sons often acted independently, so what was the fuss about this time?
