Three days later
In the very heart of Varn, the capital of the Denvaar Kingdom, a sea of people had gathered before the royal square.
The crowd stretched from the palace gates to the broad stone roads beyond, spilling into side streets, balconies, rooftops, and even the upper windows of noble mansions. Farmers stood beside merchants, priests beside soldiers, craftsmen and all kinds of people. Some had traveled through the night from nearby towns. Others had come from the outer districts of the capital itself. Not every citizen of the kingdom could be present, of course, but it almost felt as though the whole kingdom had sent at least one pair of eyes to witness this day. The air was heavy with whispers, confusion, fear, curiosity, and the strange excitement that came when history was about to change before common eyes.
