Forcing Abdication

The Emperor's palace stretched vast and deep, towering against the mountainside as though the mountain itself were its seat, adorned with green forests. The Marshal-class Battleship Honor slowly flew over the palace square and hovered. The entire square was covered in exquisite red carpets trimmed with gold. Several hundred people qualified to meet He-El had lined up here, and more than eighty percent of them were unfamiliar faces.