The capital of the Borgia Empire, Serathis, had never seen a dawn like this one, heavy with anticipation, trembling with change, and bright with the colors of three races that had rarely stood side by side without drawing blades.
Banners of deep crimson and silver, the imperial hues of Borgia, hung from the towers, their edges brushing against newly raised flags bearing the sigils of the two Grand Dukes: the soaring moon-sigil of the Fenclade Grand Duchy and the fire crest of the Erevalis Grand Duchy, the demon race.
By early morning, the roads leading into the capital surged with people. Beastmen from the Fenclade, massive alphas, swift betas, and the softer-stepping omegas, all types: birds, rabbits, tigers, lions, wolves, bison, and more. Their instincts prickling in the crowded space.
