Inside the core pavilion, Ethan remained standing near the balcony, watching the organized chaos of the thousands below. The air still carried the heavy, fragrant scent of divine rain, a subtle reminder of the miracle that had permanently reshaped the city.
A soft knock echoed against the grand mahogany doors of the chamber.
"Dao Ancestor, Princess Seraphina is standing outside the pavilion gates with her royal guards. She seeks an official audience," one of the family heads said softly from outside.
"Let her in," Ethan commanded quietly. "Allow her to come up alone."
A few moments later, the doors opened slowly. Princess Seraphina stepped into the vast chamber, her imperial robes rustling gently against the polished stone floor. The arrogance that usually defined royal blood was entirely absent; her posture was humble, her hands clasped tightly before her.
Stopping several paces away, she knelt on one knee, lowering her head until her forehead nearly touched the ground.
