As the skies cleared, so were the troubled hearts of the citizens who were looking from a mountain top a few kilometers away from the Capital.
They were all on their knees, knights, commoners, and nobles alike, with their hands clasped in their chests to pray to the Creator to help the Empire in this chaos.
But once they saw the cloud of doom dissipate, discussions started, and all of them hoped for the better of the Empire.
"Is the enemy defeated?"
"I hope so…"
"That bright light was something formidable… For sure someone was sent by the heavens to save our Empire…"
"I pray that our Emperor, the Princes, and all the others who fought against the enemy were safe…
The conditions around them were not really optimal as they were transported with haste and without preparation. Normally the nobles would immediately complain and separate themselves away from the commoners and servants.
