"This outcome... even I didn't foresee it."
Adyr hovered silently beneath the clouds, his white wings outstretched as he gazed down at the plaza below. The entire crowd had dropped to their knees, a heavy silence blanketing the scene. A quiet chuckle slipped from his lips.
He hadn't come here solely because his sister had asked. That was only a surface reason. In truth, this appearance was a calculated step—meant to project strength, shape perception, and prepare the people for a future system where he alone would define order. One built not through fear, but through alignment—where his image, presence, and ideals would quietly become law.
