It seemed as if there was a sense.
On the palace of the Holy City, someone gazed into the distance for a long time, vaguely seeing several silhouettes reduced to mere dots.
The youth on the throne exuded a twilight aura, his breath weak.
The expressions of the golden-armored men and the green-vined woman on either side varied, but all held a hint of worry.
"I hope everything goes smoothly."
.....
....
Swoosh!!
A few days later.
Fierce winds blew, and over a dozen winged serpents hovered in mid-air.
This was a vast flat area located beneath a low mountain, on an expansive plain, near a lake.
Stone-crafted walls enclosed the surroundings, solemnly separating the inside from the outside.
Every several meters, a black stone tower stood tall, with two snake-man sentries carrying longbows and quivers standing within, vigilantly watching the outside world.
