Chapter 505: To Lay Down Armor, and Grow Old with You

The first dawn over the new Daxia was crisp and cold, washing the Imperial Capital in hues of gold and rose. The scent of ozone and damp stone lingered in the air, a final testament to the storm that had passed—both in the heavens and on the earth. The reign of the Emperor was over, his conspiracy shattered, his judgment rendered in the heart of the empire he sought to enslave. Within the Grand Council Hall of the Imperial Palace, the atmosphere was heavy with exhaustion and a fragile, nascent...