In the Imperial Capital of Laine, the low, mournful sound of the horns had echoed for three full days.
The citizens spontaneously took to the streets to mourn the departure of the Empire's hero.
The life of the Silvermoon Knight had long been known to the people of Laine, with many youths able to recount every victory of the Silvermoon Knight as if they were precious treasures.
He was such a revered hero, a guardian deity of the Laine people for a century.
This grand and solemn funeral was what the hero deserved.
The casket of the Silvermoon Knight entered through the city gates of the Imperial Capital, carried by ten Legendary Paladins, and was taken all the way to the plaza in front of the Royal Palace. Instead of the silver-white drapes that usually adorned the palace walls, black ones had been hung. The Young Emperor of Laine approached the casket to read the hero's eulogy in a grieving tone.
