The morning sun rose lazily over the horizon, casting soft rays of light upon the marble facades of the Imperial Palace, bathing it in a divine glow unlike any other. Outside, the sounds of preparation echoed throughout the cobbled streets of Nova as merchants aligned their stalls in anticipation of the upcoming World Summit in the Holy Empire of Luby. In contrast to the festive buzz of the city, the palace exuded an air of solemnity as dignitaries and military officials gathered to discuss the monumental journey ahead.