The next entire month was spent in travelling as the silence that followed Ingranad's Demon Forces's annihilation was slowly filled by the tramp of marching feet, the creak of wagon wheels, and the hushed, fearful whispers of a new world order being forged from the ashes of the old.
The journey to the Conclave of Five Peaks was a procession of undeniable, breathtaking power. Queen Ondine Bellerose, her form a vision of dark, regal beauty in exquisitely tailored traveling silks of Bellerose black and silver, rode at the head of the Jorailian delegation. She was the focal point, the new Queen of a new Empire, her expression a perfect mask of serene authority.
