The radiant clouds beyond the marble terrace drifted in profound celestial stillness as the twelve petitioners remained kneeling before the divine dais.
Jion kept his head bowed, his outstretched hands trembling slightly as he held the ancient celestial blueprint toward the Goddess.
The Goddess closed her radiant eyes, her slender chest rising in a long sigh that sent ripples through the luminous mist.
"You ask for the primordial fire of creation, Jion," the Goddess murmured softly, her melodic voice laden with immense, cosmic gravity.
"Divine essence is not an ordinary elemental current that can be gathered in earthen jars or channeled through stone aqueducts," she explained gently.
"It is the living spiritual marrow of my being, bound to the cosmic balance that anchors this entire planetary system," the celestial deity reminded the council.
