The cheers celebrating the return of the royal bloodline continued long after the coronation ceremony had ended.
As the sun slowly disappeared behind the black mountains surrounding the Devil Kingdom, countless crimson lanterns lit up the capital city one after another. The streets that had remained gloomy throughout Aamon's reign were now overflowing with people. Soldiers, merchants, laborers, and children all poured into the city square, unwilling to let the day end.
For the first time in years, the capital no longer echoed with the sounds of marching armies or emergency alarms.
Tonight, there was laughter.
Tonight, there was hope.
Yet beneath the celebration, the scars of war remained visible everywhere.
Half-collapsed houses lined the outer districts. Broken towers still stood like silent reminders of the civil war that had divided the kingdom. Entire streets bore the marks of battles fought by devils against their own people.
