"That is... what?" someone murmured in the Inner City District's square.
The jubilant noise of the crowd awaiting the founding ceremony gradually faded, then eventually disappeared.
Everyone silently looked up, their gazes fixed on the figure in the red-clouded black robe slowly ascending into the distant sky. Within the borders of Escarnia, everyone knew what that robe represented. It was a totem, a deified symbol.
"Cain?" someone else murmured.
But the speaker was quickly and loudly refuted by a soldier in silver armor. "Absurd! Cain perished long ago in the battle at the Valley of the End! His death was personally confirmed by His Majesty and several Legendary Rank Knights of the Round Table. How could there be a mistake? This is just an impostor dressed like Cain, a thief who has rashly intruded."
"However," that soldier also looked up, his eyes resting on the figure in midair.
