299 The Festival

The full moon hung high in the night sky, its silvery glow casting a magical aura over the bustling city below. Anticipation buzzed in the air as everyone eagerly awaited the start of the festival.

Akun guided his descent, gradually bringing himself, Leandor, and Hestria to the ground between the grand castle gates and the lively streets of the city. His movements were graceful, exuding an air of regal authority.

As they landed, the gathered crowd caught sight of their liege and bowed respectfully in unison. "Welcome, my liege," they chorused, their voices blending harmoniously in the night.

Akun returned their greeting with a warm smile, his eyes sparkling with genuine delight. "I am pleased to see everyone here and that everything seems to be going well," he remarked, his voice carrying across the square. With a gesture of his hand, he invited further discussion. "Is there anything remaining before we officially commence the festival?"

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