A large airship floated in from the distance before landing on the airstrip prepared for it within the walls of Reburn.
About the airstrip were gathered an entourage of armed soldiers donning wreaths of lilies alongside Royal Blue and nobles who wore garlands of carnations.
Seconds passed before the door of the airship opened and stairs were laid after which specially armored men wielding swords and carrying a frightening aura emerged and then stood on two opposing lines.
Once these men were in position, the emperor emerged.
A blonde-haired man looking to be in his thirties with blue eyes, fair skin, and a toned physique, draped in red and gold, the official colors of Zion.
He walked confidently, his gaze filled with warmth as he gazed upon his people.
A smile lingered on his lips as he stood at the top of his stairs.
"Glory to the Emperor!"
"Glory to the Empire!"
