[Day Nine, Early Morning]
The girl in a long dress stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the square below, which was gradually permeated with the festive atmosphere.
The people, brainwashed by the declarations of the Regular Army, had yet to understand that the revered figure they were about to welcome would soon be sacrificed by their own hands.
The news of Qin Wang's escape hadn't spread; it was suppressed single-handedly by Hui Shuhang. The square now looked no different from a few days ago.
The solemn atmosphere, the people's dignified attitude of faith, and their ignorant joy and pride brought a surge of unease to Feya, almost suffocating her.
In the vast Holy Temple, only a few knew the cruel truth, aware of the power struggles simmering beneath this divine façade, aware of the despicable act of betraying their benefactor to a deadly fate.
