The royal palace of Earling Star was currently undergoing festive activities; it seemed that to the world beyond its walls, the apocalyptic changes did not influence its functioning. Those of the upper nobles and high brass of society mingled about in a grand hall filled with delicacies of all kinds, garbed in formal wear. Though they sauntered about and had an air of leisure, they would each occasionally cast their sights towards a flight of stairs that had a trailing red carpet lined across the glossy floor towards the entrance of a vast room.
It appears they were waiting on someone or something to get started. However, for some reason, there appeared to have been a slight delay in today's proceedings. At various corners of this grand hall, one would see a few familiar faces, some being the heads of the large corporations, the Imperial Council, and the Royal Military's upper chain of command.
