Without even realizing it, the hour had come.
The royal ceremony loomed on the horizon, and Damien, in rare high spirits, cheerfully invited both Devrok and Anek to accompany him.
The three walked shoulder to shoulder through the expansive corridors of Blue Hammer Castle. Each step echoed softly against marble floors newly polished to a sheen, the lingering scent of fresh lacquer hanging in the air. Ornate banners of deep azure and silver lined the high walls, their threads glinting under chandeliers that flickered with alchemical light.
Their destination lay ahead: the central auditorium.
A hall once reserved for royal festivities and declarations of state, it now stood as the heart of transition—today, it would bear witness to change.
Damien's gaze drifted across the revitalized architecture, a silent glimmer of admiration in his eyes.
