In the highest reaches of the Divine Realm, past the silver-streaked clouds and the celestial stairways carved from moonstone, stood the Hall of Eternity.
Towering columns shimmered with condensed starlight, and the very air buzzed with immutable law—unchanging, unbending, eternal.
At its center sat a throne wrought from the bones of dead stars, and upon it, cloaked in radiant armor and crowned with the eternal flame, was the Chief God: Arkenas, the Lawmaker.
Lucia's arrival was heralded by neither trumpet nor servant.
She pushed the massive double doors open with her own divine force, and they groaned in protest as if even the sacred materials feared the clash that was about to unfold.
Arkenas looked up with cold eyes, a mixture of curiosity and calculation gleaming beneath his calm façade.
"Lucia. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
He said evenly, his voice resonating like a gavel strike in a courtroom.
