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The plaza fell into an eerie silence, so profound that the sound of a needle dropping could be heard with crystal clarity.

Every gaze was fixed on the lifeless body of the Wind Soaring Monarch sprawled across the square.

"The Immortal Monarch... dead?"

This abrupt thought echoed in the minds of all present.

For a long while, silence reigned; even those green with envy held their tongues