Bathed in splendid and warm sunlight, the massive Lion City of the Coldflame Royal Capital appeared like a colossal giant lying across the emerald plains, silently standing tall.
This city, a symbol of the Coldflame royal authority and spanning more than six hundred years, was now ready to welcome its new ruler.
At the bustling East City Gate of Lion City, the gateway was already adorned anew with red silk ribbons symbolizing victory and golden silk ribbons representing royal power.
The luxurious ribbons shimmered with flowing light, clearly the most expensive magic luxury items, dazzling onlookers.
On both sides of the large city gate, whether it was nobles in luxurious clothes, soldiers maintaining order or civilians in plain attire, each person displayed a look of eager anticipation, intently watching the road's end.
"Father, can I go out and play freely now? Won't the Royal Capital be filled with screams and the smoke of fires everywhere?"