Sarovan was a High Level World near the centre of the Universe. It was known for its loyalty towards Light and had thrived for millions of years.
Sarovan's sky never dimmed, even at midnight, the clouds had a soft, peaceful glow. Light Temples floated here like islands, rivers ran in perfect lines, it was… a world that felt… perfect.
High above the capital, on a balcony carved from dawnstone, Archon Sarovan stood with his hands behind his back.
Archon was a Sephkin—a tall, winged race. His wings were not feathers, but layered plates of shining crystal, his eyes were white-gold, and a thin halo-ring hovered behind his head.
As a Leader of a High Level World, Archon was obviously an Eternal. He wasn't known for his strength when compared to other Eternals throughout the Universe,
But in his own World, he was Absolute.
A being who had ruled for millions of years, a rule so absolute that in his entire life, he had never once considered the possibility of someone challenging him.
