Several platforms began descending from the skies, their enormous shadows sweeping across the buildings surrounding the intersection. Each carried a different Prince, and the moment they emerged from the clouds, the people gathered below raised their heads to watch.
The moment the platforms touched the ground, the reporters surged forward.
"My Prince, what was the ultimate decision of today's Council meeting?"
"Is the Demon Race going to war against the Heavens or Earth?"
"Does the Council intend to retaliate against the recent attacks on the Underworld?"
"Prince Damian! Is it true that three Dukes have been executed following the attack on your residence?"
The questions came from every direction, each reporter shouting louder than the next. Recording shells spun through the air, capturing every word, while a few particularly bold journalists attempted to push past the Imperial Guards to get closer to the Princes.
