Wyvon's brows knitted together as the Water God's final words echoed repeatedly in his mind.
“The chains... have set their eyes on you.”
The festive atmosphere of the royal banquet faded into a muted background—the cheerful orchestral melodies, the soft laughter of nobles, and the clinking of crystal flutes sounding distant and surreal. Auxilva's expression had turned unusually solemn, the divine warmth in his eyes replaced by an ancient, quiet dread.
"...What do you mean by that?" Wyvon asked, keeping his voice low.
Auxilva glanced across the grand hall before turning toward his personal guard. "Continue the celebration," he commanded, his voice soft yet carrying an absolute authority that left no room for hesitation. "I shall return shortly."
The royal guards bowed deeply. "As you c
