Third person POV:
Sky stood once more at the tower, the celestial bow drifting at his side like a living instrument of fate. His fingers plucked invisible threads until starlight gathered above the marble in a rotating sigil—the Council’s permit.
His voice was steady as he initiated the call.
“The High Constellation Observatory of Duskbane requests sanctioned communion with the Council of Realms.”
The sigil responded instantly.
Light fractured into layered sigils and collapsed into a circular portal—dense with cosmic authority.
One by one, Council thrones merge within the vision field.
Lord Cedric appeared first—tall, clad in ceremonial silver armor veined with dawn sigils, posture gleaming, eyes keen and alert.
Beside him shimmered Seraphine. She clasped her hands before her chest
