Clang, clang!
When nine o'clock arrived, the bell tolled accompanied by ceremonial music.
In front of the temporarily repaired Saint Astore Palace by the Imperial Mechanic Corps, a long red carpet unrolled down the steps, reaching deep into the palace, like a holy path descending from Heaven.
The knights stood in neat lines on both sides of the red carpet, ready and waiting.
They were clad in deep black armor, gripping longswords, gazing ahead with eyes burning with the fire of loyalty, their posture as steady as mountains.
The sound of horns blared, echoing across the skies of Brilda like a heavenly melody.
As the horns reached their climax, the palace's grand doors slowly opened.
Golden light radiated from within, like the first ray of dawn, illuminating the entire Cret Memorial Square and the delicate snowflakes floating in the air.
In the eyes of all present, Hesintos slowly emerged from the palace.
