Before either of them could speak again, the night sky shifted. Everyone turned in tandem to look at the change in the night. After all, it was a phenomenon that appeared only once in a hundred years.
The soft silver glow of the moon slowly deepened and started to tinge with gold, as if a luminous golden ring was forming around it. The clouds thinned and drifted apart, revealing the full moon above them.
The air grew heavier, charged with power, and every wolf in the courtyard felt it settle into their bones.
The Golden Moon was awakening. Soon, the golden Goddess would descend to bless the Union and all beings under her protection.
Shiqi's lips curved into a satisfied smile. She turned away from Aron and looked toward Lance, her eyes bright with anticipation, "Your Majesty. It is time."
Lance lifted his gaze to the sky for a brief moment, his expression hard and unreadable. Then he nodded once and without looking at Emira, turned back, towards the podium.
