In every corner of the Rhea Royal City, it seemed as if the restless heartbeats of the people were hidden, casting an invisible net of shadows over the once prosperous and proud city, shrouding every inhabitant's mind in a thick haze.
Their steps were no longer light, and their eyes flickered with apprehension about the future.
As night fell, behind the tightly shut doors and windows of every household, people talked about the conquerors' new policies, the issues with taxes, and changes in lifestyle. With no doubt, every topic was so burdensome that it was hard to let go.
Though these voices were as light as a mosquito's buzz, they carried weight.
"Damn it, what's with those nobles? Each of them priding themselves as mighty, yet in the end, didn't they all get slaughtered?"
"Actually, two hundred years ago, Rhea people and Cyart people were both from the Flame Tribe, driven away by the Lorne citizens... don't you think it wouldn't be bad if the Eastern Four Kingdoms united?"