The Celestial Temple had stood above the clouds for thousands of years.
Not just as the center of the Holy Council, but as a symbol of the authority that the entire continent relied on.
A place where kings whispered its name in fear. A place where even the ancient dragons did not dare to come close without permission.
But now, all that glory was shaking under an invisible pressure.
The huge runes carved into the white pillars lit up one by one, then flickered unsteadily. As if the temple itself did not know whether to resist… or run.
All the members of the council were staring at the floating image in front of them.
The image of Daniel. But no one felt like they were just looking at a picture anymore.
No.
That gaze had really crossed through the distance.
Daniel's golden eyes moved slowly across the council members.
Across the Holy Emperor.
Across Selenora.
Across Kairos.
Across Ragnar.
And finally stopped on Elisara.
