Henry finally leaves to war, planning on conquering the both nations. They will be going to Aritreia first and then go to Luak. They will divide in two fronts, with Luther going headwards and Henry and Olaro going by the side.
The South Avenue was an ocean of people, packed tightly together in chaotic lines that snaked from the castle to the southern gate of the capital. The soft murmurs of the people filled the whole place, like whispers of a restless wind. In contrast, the rest of the city seemed eerily quiet, like an abandoned community. The empty stalls and deserted streets were proof of the importance of this procession.
Every pair of eye was fixed on the closed gates of the castle, wishing to be the first ones to witness this moment. Those of shorter stature strained on their toes and stretched their necks, trying to see through the numerous heads and tall bodies blocking their view.
