The aftermath of King Clive's decree was immediate and overwhelming. The palace, once steeped in solemn tension, erupted into relentless activity.
Guards moved swiftly, their armor clanking as they followed urgent commands. Pages rushed through corridors, delivering orders that set every department into motion.
The sounds of the capital outside—merchants calling their wares, carts rolling through the streets—felt distant, almost irrelevant compared to the controlled chaos within the palace walls.
The most critical task began without hesitation: removing the blighted snow. It was a daunting logistical challenge.
Soldiers, usually trained for battle, were redeployed to contaminated areas, trading swords for shovels as they faced an invisible enemy. Under strict supervision, thousands of laborers—some conscripted, others volunteers—worked tirelessly.
