The evening sky was dyed red by the flags, the snowstorm had just stopped, but there were still ice flakes swirling in the air.
The sound of heavy iron hooves came from the end of the mountain path, orderly and rhythmic, like distant thunder.
Louis's convoy slowly pressed up the hillside.
Vanguard knights lined up, draped in crimson cloaks, forming a steel torrent with the supply carts and heavily armored guards behind, filling the mountain pass.
The city gates were adorned with flags bearing the dueling emblems of Red Tide and the Harvey Clan, symbolizing the fusion of nobility and new order.
The bell tower had long been ringing, and the entire Silver Ridge Hill was boiling.
Yorn originally commanded people to arrange a ceremony, but it proved unnecessary as the people had already gathered spontaneously.
