Under the permanently dark sky of Upyr, well over eight million vampires had traveled to the royal capital to witness the coronation of the new king.
Erebus was thought to be quite the spacious and beautiful city, yet it was utterly flooded with travelers from all across the continent, each of whom seemed to be more eager than the last.
"I wonder what he's like."
"They say that it's the son of the queen."
"The father must be the luckiest man ever... the queen's beauty is one of a kind!"
Everyone was abuzz with their own unique theories about the new king's background, identity, and even his appearance.
To get to the queen's castle, one had to cross a huge stone bridge that was as ancient as the castle itself.
It was here where the new king would address the people, and when the trumpets blared to signal the start of the coronation, the air became filled with a frenzied excitement.
"It's starting, it's starting!"
