Chapter 146: Giving Out the Oracle Token
Plop!
Tristan Goodman dropped heavily to his knees, the sound echoing sharply through the courtyard. The impact gouged two deep indentations beneath his kneecaps. Head bowed low, trembling hands cupped above his head, he held the golden object that John Lopez had just thrown toward him.
A token.
But not just any token.
A golden Oracle Token—a sacred and unique emblem of identity belonging to none other than the King of Horizon himself.
This was the first time John Lopez had ever displayed it. Not because he was hiding it—but because no one before this moment had been worthy enough to behold it.
And even if they had seen it... they wouldn't have recognized its significance.
But Tristan Goodman was different.
He wasn't just any man.
He was a high-ranking guard of the Martial League. Every member of the Martial League—especially those in enforcement roles—had the Oracle Token etched into their minds from their very first day. Recognizing it wasn't just a suggestion—it was mandatory. It was doctrine.
Because the Oracle Token...