The next morning, Orn City Train Station.
The station, which should have been bustling with people, was now eerily empty, exuding a chilling and solemn atmosphere.
Only two columns of Security Bureau guards were neatly arranged on both sides of the platform.
The leaders were members of the City Council and many local nobles.
At this moment, they had beads of cold sweat on their foreheads, occasionally exchanging glances, their eyes betraying their unease.
Suddenly, the melodious sound of a train whistle rang out, and a luxurious train emblazoned with the national crest of the Saint Laurent Empire slowly rolled into the station and came to a smooth stop.
It had arrived!
A sense of tension immediately surfaced in the eyes of the officials and nobles present.
A moment later, accompanied by the slow opening of the train doors, several soldiers looking like guards stepped down onto the platform with stern expressions, their gazes sharp as blades as they swept over the crowd.
