Solemn hymns began to resound, and the once desolate Laine Imperial Palace was thronged with people today. Despite the crowd, the atmosphere was far from enthusiastic.
The nuns singing the hymns bore faces of sorrow, for what they praised today was not the great Lord of the Dawn, but the Dynasty soon to depart.
Withered Rose stepped forward amidst the solemn hymns, draped in a gown shimmering like starlight, striding toward the elevated throne.
The ceremony, though seemingly simple, had been rehearsed dozens of times, and it took Withered Rose seven to eight hours just to don her outfit.
Each accessory embodied a piece of Laine's history, every pattern on the dress held a unique significance. As Hake Stone had said earlier, from the lining to the long skirt, from the belt to the headpiece, each part required assistance from corresponding noblewomen.
Then there were the makeup, the scene decorations, the positioning of the participants, and more.
