The sun shone brightly, the sky a clear blue, and the horizon was serene.
Yet on the ground, it was a scene of chaos.
On an ancient street, it was bustling with traffic, crowded everywhere.
People, laden with luggage, hurriedly made their way out of the city.
Carriages creaked and splashed roadside stones, startling a few orioles resting on the beams.
"Faithful followers of the Grimm Kingdom, the brave and righteous His Royal Highness the Holy Lion Prince leads a noble army to save you, to rescue the Temple of Light which is being dragged into the abyss by the evil Gannon the Ninth. How grand and noble is this!"
Amidst the bustling crowd, a young priest in a holy white robe, holding a Holy Book, was giving a passionate speech.
His voice was exceedingly loud, a small golden formation spun on his pale neck, clearly an application of Sound Amplification Magic.
