Disciplined men in tanned leather armors, shining golden helms and glinting breastplates patrolled the street of the capital with disciplined efficiency, their march resonating around the paved streets as the Empire of Elysium got ready for the Rite of Ascension. Today, with the dual suns Helios and Sol illuminating the world in shades of whites and reds upon their dawning reigns, previously humble lives would change to completely different ones, as was usual for the last days of Spring in the Empire. The Rite of Ascension was in fact a three days and three nights long extravagant festival serving as the turning point for a blessed few's lives, blessing them with titles and lands and therefore elevating them from mere commoners to ennobled peers of the ancient nation.
Inside the golden spires of the Elysian Palace in the capital a similar fervor than in the streets awakened, courtiers, concubines, matriarchs and patricians whispered and planned the numerous events that would take place to honor their new peers, from gladiatorial events to sumptuous soirees and balls. The fines of linens and silk were used for their togas and the most exquisite of perfumes followed after them in delectable trails as they mingled, each wondering if the newcomers would be boons to their own ambitions or eventual threats. Servants, meanwhile, drifted from high born to ennobled, giving sips of red wines, bites of perfectly ripe fruits and skewers of juicy meats as all found themselves in the Emperor's throne room.
Emperor Judeon IV himself was regally sprawled on his throne, two of his favorite concubines offering the occasional refreshment and a steady stream of praises and compliments to their master as he awaited his newest esteemed vassals. A few moments more and the time came for the Rite to start, as the two suns each reached a specific point in the violet sky and illuminated the highest spire of the palace in a ray of multicolored light, courtesy of the gigantic prismatic obelisk in the capital's Square.
It was finally time.
Standing from his throne and making his way to the balcony overlooking both the open air throne room and the city as a whole, Judeon uttered the traditional hymns of the Rite of Ascension and said, his voice high and clear in the morning air:
“May the Chosen Ones make themselves known and may they present themselves to the good people of Elysium!” He intoned, his steely gaze sharp in the blinding light of the new day.
A nearly perfect circle formed bellow then, the already noble spectators letting place to those who's existence and bloodline would be changed that day, the symbol of the Empire on the paved floor stark in the morning light.