As they arrived at the Royal Palace gates, the mysterious carriage had already entered the inner courtyard.
All around, the guards and servants knelt on the ground, none daring to raise their heads to look directly at the carriage emitting an eerie energy fluctuation.
The runes on the carriage body shimmered subtly in the sunlight, each symbol meticulously designed, forming a complex and harmonious whole.
The creature pulling the carriage was even more terrifying, its emerald compound eyes scanning the kneeling crowd, as if assessing the value of these fragile lives.
The carriage stopped, and the door slowly opened.
A figure in a black robe emerged, his face indifferent and eyes profound.
With his appearance, the air seemed to grow heavier, many servants even found it difficult to breathe, their complexion pale.
August could distinctly feel the powerful magic power emanating from this young man.
