The sun sank beneath the mountains, casting the earth in a yellow dusk.
As the triumphal ceremony and the founding ceremony concluded, the bustle of the city returned to each household, with lights rising and smoke billowing.
Yet atop the mountains, an unusual commotion erupted.
Climbing the mountain path up to the Giant Dragon King's Castle, torches blazed on either side; from the mountain's base it seemed as if flickering lights connected the sky to the earth, deep into the twilight-stained clouds.
Even after a day of fatigue, groups of people cheerfully ascended the wide white stone steps, chatting merrily.
Though their tone was relaxed, the slight excitement and suppressed pride on their faces could not be erased.
For they were all fortunate ones invited by Karon Gogomola, the supreme ruler of the Imperial realm, the Giant Dragon King who ascended the throne today, to attend this important banquet.
