In the beginning of the 5th month, just one week after the assassination attempt on Prince O'Neil, the continuous chaos of Vielonna had suddenly died down. The city guard had left barricades and important sections one after another, citizens and merchants had once again taken to the streets, and artists and bards once again played music, and the birds sang an aria of early summer.
After witnessing an unexpected religious craze, the days of lawlessness had now been reduced to that of mere imagination. It was only until the government came out to appease the different nation expatriates living in Titan had the people suddenly discovered how ridiculous hatred was. It was as bland as black tea left overnight, but with its color still red as ever, scaring the wits out of the masses.
