The winds tonight were not just winds—they howled like the cries of forgotten ghosts, slicing through the skies as if the heavens themselves were protesting. Every gust carried an ominous weight, as though the entire empire was holding its breath in fearful anticipation.
The death of the emperor still hung in the air like some bad luck charm and the scent permeated every single mile of this empire.
The news of the death of the prince had made it even worse and it seemed a safe the wind was crying instead of howling.
Everything was not right nothing was as it seemed and even the air knew that something was wrong.
Nature had a peculiar way of telling people what was wrong and right now at this very moment was the perfect example of everything that was going on.
