It was evening. The Star was now slowly making its way across the sky, headed down towards the horizon to the West. The sky above was covered by scattered mounts of white and grey clouds. The clouds were inconsistent in their spread, leaving blank spaces of blue in between them.
The scorch of the Star burned hard onto the flagstoned ground outside the Soth Royal Palace. Some of the leaves and flowers, upon the lawns that stood outside the iron doors, were now drooping down, as they felt the scorching burn.
Demons, in black, stood firm at different stations inside the compound of the Palace. Some stood by the massive gates at the front, others stood beside the iron doors that led into the middle wing, and others were scattered across the lawns, all the way to the backside of the Palace.
