On the fourteenth of September, Seth was busy doing his normal morning runs around the kingdom of Eclair, as he allowed his eyes to travel around the kingdom. The ordinary folks had already started decorating every sidewalk and the exterior of their homes with slashes of red and gray paint rather than black, since they wanted it to look nice, not like a murder scene. The atmosphere was lively, just how he liked it to be. People were chatting away time with fellow family members or loved ones, children playing with one another, just like they should since it was a holiday.
Some people had gathered around using clay to make pots and other tools, while painters who design their finished products with detailed diagrams of dragons in their original forms, breathing fire, and soldiers next to t
