The atmosphere within the Primal Neon Tower thickened with solemnity as the blue-gold light of the Sea of Thalassara refracted across the crystalline walls. It cast rainbow arcs across the polished floor, and every glimmer seemed to fall gently on Rose Adrian, seated calmly upon the golden throne, an image of poised grace.
Before her, the two delegations stood, their leaders still bowing low.
It was then that their gazes flickered, not toward her, but toward the woman who stood silent to the side.
Aliya.
The True Magitech Throne.
The silver-haired Sky Dharma Queen of Terravolt straightened slightly, her animal-hide garments flowing as she turned toward Aliya and bowed deeply once more.
"Throne Aliya," she said with a formal tone, the Terravolt warriors behind her following suit with practiced discipline.
The golden-armored Sky Dharma King of the Glacivane Dynasty also turned, bowing as he spoke.
"Throne Aliya of the Magitech Dynasty, it is an honor."
