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The crackle of fireworks resounded in the ears of all those currently present. Even if they somehow could not hear the roar of the crowd and the colorful missiles of light, they would certainly smell the lingering smoke or bear witness to the streaks of radiance dancing across the night sky. The earth trembled, shuddering as all of its occupants rose up in united victory.

Today was a very special day and the Imperator herself had issued a nationwide banquet of massive proportions. This news was nothing novel for the time as the great celebration was practiced every year, marking the passing decades and signifying the defeat of the Great Beast, the end of man’s oppression, and the rise of seven brave warriors. Nobody knew what exact anniversary it was for the legendary event and nobody really cared much for it either. Was there ever real reason for one to rejoice?

The numerous Academies across the world had made the timing into a holiday of sorts, canceling all classes and encouraging the youth of the future to embrace the triumphs of their ancestors, despite the shattered state of the world now. After all, the Imperium promised safety and security in these times so there was no reason for the people to fear for the dark omens supposedly coming.

Of course, most people also weren’t constant enemies of the Imperium. No, most people chose the rational path in life, obeying the orders given out and fed to them by the Imperium. Why risk one’s life when families, friends, and identity were at stake? But whether or not the Imperium was truly corrupt wasn’t an issue that could be discussed with words. Rather, most times, it was debated through bouts of blood and conflict.

Such was the case now as the Imperium had issued a grand order for all to gather at the Citadel to commemorate the glorious event. Those who went against the Imperator’s personal orders were swiftly put down or never heard from again. Such was the fate of those who dared to challenge powers that were beyond their comprehension.

And so the pilgrimage from all the corners of the world began, culminating in a sea of people all crowding around and within the bustling metropolis that was the Citadel. It was there where the enigmatic Librarian-if they existed at all-would make their next move, daring to show the world that they were not afraid of consequence, did not fear the Imperium as most others did. Of course, such bravado did not come without fair warning.

The Knights of Ragnorak themselves were overseeing the celebration, watching with baleful eyes as enemy soon blended into citizen. Those caught in the moral cross-hairs, young students still in developing their Tomes and learning the ways of the world, would run amok in excitement at what was to be the world’s largest party.

The time was ripe for change and new beginnings. For as another year passed, a new one began. The stories and tales of certain individuals were destined to change the course of history. The only question was who would be the victor this time around.