On the main avenue of the imperial city.
Troops in gleaming Spirit-Forged armor were aggressively clearing the way, blocking the massive, spectating crowd on both sides of the street.
There were tens of thousands of people gathered, making an absolute racket.
The noise of cheering and stomping was so deafening that it felt like it was going to physically capsize the capital.
The people were all focusing their attention, curiously and expectantly looking toward the towering southern city gate.
As the icy cold autumn wind blew, the dead leaves on the pristine stone street were blown into the air, creating a dramatic atmosphere.
Since the first horn blew, the mood of the imperial city had been electric.
The spectating crowd fell absolutely silent as hundreds of dark green flags marched past.
It was like a sea of ferocious beasts as the flags fluttered in the wind.
