Ouriel had a few expectations upon her arrival at the capital. At first, she had anticipated that there was a pandemonium well under way on the land of Atharia. She had prepared herself to see piles upon piles of corpses, the debilitated bodies of her comrades as they tried to protect the citizens, and the Demon Nobles who were having the times of their lives by making the mortals suffer. However, the actuality was on the opposite end of the spectrum of her expectations.
What her eyes remarked were the motionless crowd, their complexion and the lack of aura on each and every individual made it seem as if they were long dead. They were all mindlessly staring at the monumental pillar of darkness. And the silence was deafening to an extent that her heartbeat and breathing sounded as if they were being broadcasted through a top-tier volume enhancement spell. It was peculiar, to say the least.
