The Crimson General stood motionless at the center of the paved road that led to the castle, his imposing figure casting a long shadow beneath the blazing sun. His presence alone was enough to command absolute silence, and because their master was waiting, the entire castle waited alongside him. Not a single servant, guard, or sentinel dared utter a word. The heat was oppressive, the sun merciless, yet none dared complain. They stood in rigid attention, knowing full well that any sign of discomfort would be met with icy disapproval.
The original plan was to drag the separation, have filler chapters, the scheming in the capital. I'm sorry that idea was scrapped.