The castle was filled with a tense excitement. The grand hall had been decorated lavishly for the ball, the chandeliers sparkled with divine light, and the air carried the soft melody of harps and flutes.
Every noble, servant, and guard stood in anticipation.
At the castle gates, a grand procession arrived. Temple knights in gleaming armor led the way, escorting the divine carriage that bore the Goddess Auriel.
Priestess Lilith and Carol walked at her sides, their expressions unreadable, their presence a silent warning to any who might have bad intentions.
When the carriage stopped, a hush fell over the gathered nobles and castle staff. The doors opened, and Auriel stepped out.
Her presence was overwhelming. Dressed in flowing white and gold robes that shimmered with divine energy, her very aura demanded reverence.
Her golden eyes surveyed the scene before her, sharp yet composed. Even without speaking, her existence alone commanded absolute authority.
