Emery arrived at Nova Roma's capital just in time to witness a grand spectacle.
Tens of thousands of citizens packed the streets, crowding into the massive square at the heart of the city. The atmosphere buzzed with electric anticipation, the air thick with reverence as every eye was turned toward the sky.
Their King, Julian made his appearance, he descended gracefully from the heavens, clad in gleaming white and gold armor, a crimson cloak billowing behind him, and a majestic crown atop his head, he wore an ominous mask that obscured his face, enhancing the divine aura surrounding him.
His form cut an imposing figure as he floated down, landing atop a massive statue—his own likeness that loomed over the square.
I apologize if it feels too similar to the real church; my intention was to create a plausible fantasy connection with the world's history and the other novel. thank you for reading