The streets of the capital were filled with the sounds of hurried footsteps and murmured concerns.
The air was filled with dust from the ongoing destruction in the distance, where buildings crumbled to make way for progress.
The priests and priestesses, clad in flowing white robes adorned with golden embroidery, guided the citizens through the cobblestone streets.
The head priestess, Isolde, led them.
A golden circlet rested on her brow, catching the faint light of the sun. She held a polished staff, its crystalline tip glowing faintly with a strange energy that seemed to soothe the anxiety of those around her.
"Please, remain calm."
Isolde said, her voice clear and melodic.
"The emperor has spoken. You will not be left homeless. New accommodations are already being prepared for you."