The deep rumble of engines slowly whirring down filled the entire courtyard, the sound bouncing off the towering palace walls as the armored vehicles came to a full halt. They formed a wide circular formation that wrapped neatly around the entrance gates of the Royal Palace, their metal frames still ticking softly with leftover heat from the long march.
Just ahead, Royal Guards stood in a rigid line near the massive main doors of the palace—unmoving, disciplined, and radiating an aura of silent threat.
Meanwhile, noble warriors of high ranking began stepping forward one by one, climbing the palace steps with heavy, confident strides. Their names were called out in a formal order by heralds stationed at the doors, each announcement echoing across the courtyard like a ceremonial drumbeat.
Those without noble ties, soldiers born of lower lineage or common birth, remained outside in the courtyard. Yet even they were not neglected.
