The capital of Edolas had never been this loud.
Flags covered the streets.
Banners hung from rooftops, balconies, towers, and even the walls of buildings that had once been considered too old to decorate. Bells rang from the central tower, their sound rolling across the city again and again.
People filled the streets from early morning.
Children ran between the crowds carrying small wooden swords.
Merchants had placed tables outside their shops, giving away food and drinks to anyone wearing the colors of the human domain.
Soldiers stood at intersections, but there was no tension in their posture.
They were smiling.
Some had removed their helmets.
Others had decorated their armor with ribbons.
The war was over.
The devils had been defeated.
And for the first time in years, Edolas was celebrating victory without fearing what might come next.
At the center of the capital stood a massive stage.
A large banner had been placed above it.
