As the dawn broke in the eastern sky, casting a pale light over the horizon, the entire city, once shrouded in slumber, began to stir from its misty haze.
In Slozand, the waves rose today.
The ancestral home of the Oscar family remained awake throughout the night.
At five o'clock in the morning, the sky was still shrouded in fog.
Yet, within the ancestral home, figures were already bustling about, casting dark shadows all around.
The exact number of people was impossible to count.
From the vast courtyard, the crowd extended... even beyond the walls of the estate.
Outside the walls, it was already a sea of people, stretching as far as the eye could see.
Every member of the Oscar family was dressed in brown clan robes, forming a long line of earthy hues from afar.
Bowen, the family
