Hidden Crisis
[ Detecting that the host has returned, and the area is clear. Host is now being awakened. ]
"Ah!", Eluard jolted out of the bed and slipped on the floor, landing butt-first. He scratched his butt and looked out the window.
Darkness has already engulfed the empire with the twinkling stars above illuminating what little it could on the dense forest around the Tower.
On the ground below, dozens of people were marching to and from the Tower. Some wore exquisite clothes and were probably nobles, while others were those from the Creed, crowding in front of the tower. Although their voices were low, Eluard could hear their complaints and disdainful tones from several floors above.
He shook his head and sighed, then noticed the flashing lights in the depths of the Morning Star City, 'Are they purging the demonic aura now?'
The spectacle almost led him to believe that the Morning Star City was celebrating the new year.