Today, the great hall of Aurendor's Citadel was silent—so much so that even Light itself dared not move here. The golden banners that usually danced in radiant harmony were now hung still, heavy with tension.
The hall, which was once filled with people—Vexarion's subordinates who constantly came up with different suggestions to help their Lord—was now empty.
Only two beings remained here.
One sitting on the High Throne that belonged to Vexarion.
And the other, Vexarion, kneeling on the floor.
Yes, Vexarion was kneeling in his own hall, his head remained low, his body dared not move, and on his throne—sat another being.
A being covered in golden brilliance, his presence alone enough to make the very air hum with divinity.
Auren Light.
One of the strongest Light Borns in the entire Universe—a Light Born now moving directly under Lady Seraphielle's orders.
