Amidst the cloud of smoke and the riot of clamorous noises, one lone, cloaked figure stood on top of the platform of a building.
Chaos is all around. It's a disconcerting, bloodcurdling sight filled with tumults and destruction. From one explosion to another, places are getting blown up. People scatter in all directions, running for their lives.
There are knights guiding the path of the evacuees, ensuring that they will not stray away or cause any more ruckus. Among the chatters and blasts, one could vaguely discern how some of them kept mentioning a certain title as soon as they caught sight of the figure.
"Your Highness."
The General of the Palace Knights arrived and knelt at his feet, followed by a whole battalion of soldiers. Their amber breastplates gleam with valor while their crimson red capes further give light to their gallantry. And as they give honor to their superior, they've become the perfect picture of courtesy and deference.
