The old man's eyes glimmered faintly as he spoke, reflecting the light of the distant constellations.
"Crownbearers are extremely rare, even among the countless worlds scattered across the heavens. Each world has only one, chosen directly by its will. Their existence is meant to ensure stability, to maintain the flow of life, and to act as guardians against destruction from outside the mortal sphere. However," he continued, his voice dropping slightly, "there is one rule that binds every crownbearer. They are forbidden to interfere with the affairs of mortals using their divine powers. The crown does not belong to them—it belongs to the world itself. They are merely its vessel."
