The massive doors of the assembly hall slowly opened.
One after another, nobles, guild masters, retired heroes, priests, and commanders poured into the evening streets of the capital. The heated discussions that had echoed throughout the chamber for the entire day had finally come to an end, and for the first time in weeks, there was a sense of relief in the air.
The deadlock had finally broken.
The proposal to invite the successor of the Devil King had been accepted.
Of course, the decision itself solved nothing. The arguments between the Church and the Authority remained, and countless problems still waited ahead, but at the very least, humanity had finally taken a step forward.
Outside the hall, the orange glow of the setting sun bathed the white stone streets.
Zero quietly adjusted his coat and descended the marble stairs, hoping to disappear into the crowd before anyone noticed him.
Unfortunately, fate seemed to have other plans.
"Zero."
He stopped immediately.
