In a hidden underground chamber used for attending secret meetings, only those who have pre-marked invitations could enter and leave with their life intact.
Nobles from across the continent filled the hall—200 nobles in noble attires, their faces hidden by silver or gold masks, and 500 silent cult soldiers, wearing emotionless full-face masks. They stood along the walls, bound by oaths to never speak.
At the hall's heart, there's a towering throne, it looks divine, carved with symbols.
Whispers travel through the crowd.
"Is it true? The Ruler's Prophecy appeared?"
"They swore the Goddess would return safely…"
The murmurs grew tense and uncertain, until a masked soldier's voice boomed, cutting through the noise. "Esteemed faithful, our Lord, the High Priest, has arrived!"
