Chapter 77. Praise the silence
In a hidden underground chamber used for attending secret meetings, only those who have pre-marked invitations could enter and leave with their life intact.
Nobles from across the continent filled the hall—200 nobles in noble attires, their faces hidden by silver or gold masks, and 500 silent cult soldiers, wearing emotionless full-face masks. They stood along the walls, bound by oaths to never speak.
At the hall’s heart, there’s a towering throne, it looks divine, carved with symbols.
Whispers travel through the crowd.
"Is it true? The Ruler’s Prophecy appeared?"
"They swore the Goddess would return safely..."
The murmurs grew tense and uncertain, until a masked soldier’s voice boomed, cutting through the noise. "Esteemed faithful, our Lord, the High Priest, has arrived!"
All eyes turned to the aisle. Soldiers lining the path dropped to one knee, laying their swords flat and pressing a hand to the ground in reverence. The crowd stiffened, their breaths catching as the High Priest appeared.
Ashen, his long, ashen-gray hair flowing like liquid moonlight, gilded forward in a pristine white robe, it has wide sleeves and high collar. His sharp, almost androgynous features and pale, ageless skin gave him an otherworldly beauty.
His presence was a weight, his energy alien, commanding silence as he moved with deliberate grace. Behind him followed three figures, each exuding their own energy.
Erisval, the Pillar of Chaos, was tall and slim, his movements sharp.