The Obsidian Basilica stood cloaked in eternal night, its obsidian walls shimmering under the glow of silver crystal lanterns. Moonlight poured through the open ceiling, bathing the massive throne at the hall's center in a radiant sheen. Lunareio sat upon the blackened metal seat, its silver veins pulsing like liquid starlight, his dark blue robes with golden and silver embroidery glinting faintly. His silky white hair spilled over his shoulders, and his hooded gaze, cosmic blue eyes gleaming beneath, surveyed the seven figures of Cult Luminous before him. To his right stood Lilith, her curly purple hair framing her blindfolded face, her dark blue and white attire clinging to her curves… as tight as ever.
Lunareio leaned forward, his echoing through the Lunarium. "We're done lurking in the shadows," he declared. "It's time to reclaim the greatness we once knew. Noctis Sanctum is just the beginning—i wish to bring the Silver Radiance back to the world."
