The night sky over the Dominion Sanctum was nothing short of breathtaking.
The moon hung in the heavens like a string of gleaming pearls stitched into black velvet, its soft glow casting an ethereal sheen over the majestic estate.
Every inch of the landscape shimmered under meticulously placed moonlight reflectors embedded in the ground, making flowers gleam, glass glisten, and towering domes appear as if they were cosmic monuments.
From the Main Palace itself, one could witness artificial auroras ripple along the perimeter dome, shifting through royal purples, icy blues, and radiant golds.
From the tallest window on the highest floor of the Main Palace stood Arthur.
The echoes of laughter and chatter from his family below had long since faded away.
Now, silence enveloped him as he stepped onto a sleek black mirror platform in the farthest corner of his suite.
