The weather was clear in the Royal City of Holletta, an ancient city of peace and prosperity situated in a mild climate zone. Guards stood proudly on the towering walls, overlooking the bustling streets in the business district. Horses of the nobility and merchants traversed on the stone pavement in the garden area and Besenginster Avenue. The city was like an incredibly complex machine, running within its own thick city walls. Its people made up the components that kept it functioning, creating the fire of human civilization.
It had been three years since what happened in the Beinz Diocese. Even the incredible event of the removal of the Sore of the Planet by the foreigners was an old story now. Some scholars and priests used the Sore of the Planet narrative to tell of the riddance of the First Born from the earth to the public. It was a common legend among people who had no idea about what actually happened.
