In the capital city of the Human Kingdom.
"The King has returned!"
A chorus of cheers erupted as a blaring trumpet split the air. Streets flooded with people. Banners unfurled. Horses marched in gleaming formation. And at the front—a herald shouted the impossible.
"Victorious! Again!"
Then silence. As if the world held its breath.
From empty space above the crowd, a small golden crown materialized—shing!—spinning once in the air.
And then—he appeared.
A tall man emerged under the floating crown.
His long golden hair cascaded like a divine banner. His grim, youthful face was marred by the weight of countless wars. Hands behind his back, he didn't spare a glance at the crowd.
He vanished.
The wind from his motion hit the audience a second later.
Throne Room—
He appeared before the royal seat. One moment gone, the next—there.
BOOM!
His fist slammed into the armrest of the throne. Cracks webbed through the marble.
"Where are the ministers?" he asked coldly.
Pop—pop—pop—
