The Court Of Whispers

[🎶 Wake Me Up – Avicii.]

• TITANS LANDING, THE SAME DAY

The many turrets of the Castle pointed like dark fingers at the sky. The alabaster stones and white bricks used in its creation had being stripped when her gates were brought down. Now, everything in sight from the ports and harbors of the Cold Sea was in the image of the Usurper, death black and blood red.

Lilith admired the city's panorama from a balcony on the fourth storey.

Merchants rode in dearborns in the streets below, and the few Eldorian nobles without demonic bloodline—Luciferan or otherwise, that were allowed to keep their estates marched down the new District of Lords in company of guards with fresh black banners, their buggies and wagons catching light of the evening sun. The cold had just starting to creep in.

Beyond, the fog was clearing in from the ports, making ships vanish on the docks. Many porters hurried back and forth along gangplanks, wishing to beat the snows home.