The army retreated as hundreds of officials marched in orderly. Neatly categorized according to the type of officials they were, they uniformly knelt down on the floor where the blood had yet to dry.
Everything was prepared, all that was left is for the name to be announced.
The Prime Minister led hundreds of officials to kneel down in front of the palace, nervously waiting for that person that would decide their fate from now on. He did not know who it would be but only knew that His Majesty had once told him that whoever walked out of the palace would be the new ruler.
The sun rose as sunrays cascade down on the majestic, long stretch of jade stairs. The reflected light rays gave the illusion of a mystical, heavenly stairway.
At the top, the tightly shut door to the palace finally slowly creaked open in the watchful eyes of the crowd. A slim black figure stepped out with the imperial degree in her hand.
