The morning sun shone weakly through the smoky haze that lingered over the city. Workers, mostly citizens with magical craftsmanship skills, toiled amidst the ruins of the old Imperial Palace. The sounds of enchanted hammers striking stone and spells shaping materials into intricate designs filled the air.
Though they worked diligently, unease was palpable in their movements. The events of the previous night—the massacre and the mysterious earthquakes—were still fresh in their minds.
Aengus stood at the highest vantage point overlooking the construction site, his gaze cold and focused. Dressed in simple yet regal attire, he exuded an aura of authority that kept both workers and onlookers at bay. His hands were clasped behind his back as he observed every detail, ensuring that the reconstruction of the palace proceeded without flaw.