"The consequence came quickly."
The golden light from the cube flickered against her features as she spoke.
"I was stripped of my authority. My seals were revoked. My name was removed from the registers of the Golden Heaven. I was exiled."
The two cloaked figures lowered their heads slightly.
"I did not grieve the loss," she said. "Power meant little to me then. I wanted a home. A husband. A life that did not revolve around decree and punishment."
Her voice shifted, almost imperceptibly.
"And then Xavier was born."
The golden field pulsed once, spreading another few meters outward.
"Shortly after, Astraea spoke to Eleazar," she continued.
The two cloaked figures remained silent.
"She told him our son carried the soul of Zephyrus. Founder of the Zenith bloodline. The emperor who unified half the known stars under one banner. The same Zephyrus who defied Astraea. The same Zephyrus who loved her."
