The emissaries from Typhon have left, and the reception hall of the Oak Hall has quieted down. Silver Empress Belsetia approached the wide floor-to-ceiling window, gazing out through the crystal-clear glass towards the town. The lush roadside plants were being tinted with a golden hue by the sunset's afterglow. The pedestrians and vehicles on the main road gradually decreased, and the armored Ranger guards were forming ranks as they passed by the sentry at the main gate, while two Giant Eagle Knights skimmed over the northern city walls, casting shadows on the distant clock tower.
