The Red Flame Army led the way, followed by countless townsfolk, as everyone in the divine capital moved towards the inner city.
Without exception, their gazes were fixed on the very center of the divine capital, where a grand blue-gold palace towered, as if a deity overseeing all beings.
The palace doors stood open, a magnificent dragon throne glistening in the first ray of the morning sun, capturing the attention of all townsfolk, while they repeatedly whispered the words "Restoration of Great Yu."
The timing, indeed, was too coincidental.
Breaking the city, ascending the throne, restoration, dawn, morning light...
All before their eyes seemed like a grand performance meticulously rehearsed in advance.
"No, this was carefully planned beforehand!"
