The old man took the cane and turned around, signaling Fang Hong and Prince Aleph to step forward.
At that moment, the Light of the Morning Star rose, right above the high platform, its brilliant silver glow flooding into the vision of both—Fang Hong couldn't help but look up at the scene. On the high platform, there was silence, as the King of Sand sat quietly on his throne, with every courtier, prince, and consort behind him calmly watching the scene.
No one spoke, yet within their hearts, it seemed like a mighty bell was resonating. They understood what this scene meant for Istania and this land. Nineteen years ago, and in times even further past, this scene had repeatedly played out, and each time, it marked the alternation of the old and the new.
But what puzzled them more was the mysterious identity of the young man beside Prince Aleph.
The strange situation on the high platform quickly spread to the square below.
