On top of the palace tower, the wind and rain lashed against the glazed windows, producing a faint "pitter-patter" sound.
The entire Imperial Capital trembled under the night sky, while the silhouette of the new Regent King, Rhine, was reflected on the alchemical copper wall behind the window, appearing increasingly thin and sinister.
In his hand, he held a delicate alchemy telescope, and its lens revealed a scene on the city walls that chilled his soul…
The dark gold dragon flag was being soaked in blood and rainwater, slowly raised atop the main castle tower.
It rustled fiercely in the wind.
That was the flag of the Imperial Army's spirit… and now it represented the return of the Second Prince.
Rhine's breath became disordered.
He witnessed his heavily armed elite knights retreating like a tide.
He saw those dragon-blood youths massacring in the blood mist, with the defenses being torn apart piece by piece.
The teacup in his hand shattered with a "crack".
