The streets were quiet.
Under the dim light of dusk, the bustling crowd was no more, and the passersby grew scarce. Few foreigners adventured near the outer edges of Upper Mursa, where most of the locals lived.
Meilyr could distinguish the native Sethians from the others by their proud bearing and ostentatious garb, often displaying the Empire's heraldry or sporting its colors—the black and purple shades of war and wiles.
In this nation, the Hallowed Sovereign was known as the God of Guile and Conquest, His Imperial Majesty, Yaldabaoth.
Albeit unseen ever since his withdrawal from mortal affairs nine centuries ago, he had established the foundations for the current Sethia and thus was still revered by many as a figure worthy of respect and, in rare cases, zealous piety.
