Three months later.
Golden Stone City's Central Square had been temporarily transformed into a massive open-air venue capable of holding fifty thousand people. The tiered grandstands were packed, without a single empty seat.
In the center of the square sat a mysterious contraption covered by a heavy black curtain.
An hour before the press conference began, the real-time load chart of the national Spirit Communication network showed the red line representing data traffic aggressively shattering historical peaks. It continued to climb frantically at an almost vertical angle.
Everyone in the entire kingdom who owned a Spirit Communication Terminal was waiting anxiously.
Under the gaze of millions, King William, dressed in full royal regalia, ascended the high platform step by step. Behind him, three giant screens of light faced the expectant and fanatical faces looking up from different directions.
