Within the giant martial arena at the Azure Sky Wings base, thunderous waves of sound nearly scattered the clouds in the sky. All one hundred thousand seats were filled, and a feverish fanaticism burned in every pair of eyes. The Spiritual Communication Network broadcasted this passion—hot enough to melt steel—to every corner of the kingdom in real time.
However, in a luxurious VIP box at the highest point of the arena, it was so quiet it felt like another world. Draped in a plain black robe, Allen stood silently by the window, like a shadow that had existed there since the dawn of time. The moment he appeared, the ministers who had been delivering their reports in the box were instantly silenced, as if invisible hands had seized their throats.
King William immediately dismissed his attendants and strode forward, greeting the figure's back. "Lord Wesren."
