Bab 874: The King's Timid Decree

Agmold, the Royal City, one of the three large cities in Pelian, welcomed a host of guests that were not entertained by the millions of anxious commonfolk and nobles that it housed within its walls, different from an event that occurred months ago.

The Royal Mansion seated in the very midst of the great, powerful city, looked as though it had been given a new neon paint job, because of the barrier stuck to its grand, clean walls, which, in contrast to the magnificent walls, were unsullied by cracks, caves.

Despite the city remaining relatively untouched during the great trembling a day ago, the hexagonal tower – dark, and with ancient sculpting on its exterior – its height a staggering hundred meters, cast an ominous shadow into the city.

It was horrendously, thick, its base torn to reveal the hollow within from whence a cruel and mighty creature had emerged to assault the city, only to be beaten black and blue until it fled.