Outside the hot palace, a camp had indeed been formed. Looking all around, this whole unorderliness was nothing befitting of the Moon Palace. There was no regard for the rules. No fear of the palace. People littered all around; some were even roasting meat and drinking wine. What an odd time to bond. This was why having a leader was always necessary. It seemed like the people had gotten over whatever force had thrown the palace into silence earlier because they resumed what they had been doing. Some were still not giving up and trying their best to get inside the hot palace, which was surrounded by palace guards clad in battle armour.
This was the sight Harold saw when he stepped out of the palace. But as soon as he stepped out, the air outside was thick with tension. Silence followed, and all eyes turned towards him.
He was awake. A real ruler was awake.
