บท 269: Epilogue [1]

[Six months later]

A single piece of paper floated at the center of the Pargoina Empire's capital city.

No sunlight shone over, the sun hiding behind the clouds that covered the entire place.

The streets that were once bustling with people were now silent.

Martial law gripped the heart of the empire, suppressing the revolts of commoners.

Every corner was patrolled, and yet, crime festered like a plague.

The commoners, stripped of hope and dignity, stole and fought for survival.

Depression loomed over the human domain for the past six months.

The people shuffled through the streets with hollow eyes, their faces pale from exhaustion.

A young man collided with a small boy on his path.

"Sorry." He apologized as he helped the boy get up.

The boy, trembling, nodded before running away.

"Sigh."

The young man sighed, hiding his face from the hood of his cloak.