Everyone looked over at the scoreboard… There it was, not moving or disappearing, just hovering in the sky as if nothing in existence could destroy it.
The people were utterly confused, and the rulers fared no better. They were cracking their heads, unable to understand what was going on before their eyes, unable to give even a single answer to their trembling subjects.
Aether stood still, staring at the scoreboard while standing on the balcony of the Naiadae Palace. His eyes narrowed as though searching for hidden truths within those glowing letters.
That looked like a scoreboard… but why?
Why a scoreboard, in the sky of all places?
And… what does T.P mean?
If anything, one thing he understood for certain… this was the Trial.
The Trial for the chosen ones.
But what kind of trial?
A game?
A punishment?
A judgment?
