A corridor within the sanctified halls, where holy radiance interwove like flowing silk.
Several imperial consorts sat upon long benches carved from starstone, or leaned against crystal pillars that shimmered as if alive. Their gazes, without prior agreement, all settled on the tiny figure beside Belinda.
Beyoncé puffed out her round cheeks, her chubby little hands clutching a handful of divine fruits that glinted with different hues of light. She kept stuffing them into her mouth, making cheerful nom-nom sounds—utterly delighted.
Ever since the empire had integrated the resources of the Celestial Light God Realm and the Eastern Starfield, its reserves had grown so deep they were almost impossible to measure.
Precious magical elixirs by the ton, high-grade fruits of law, even sacred medicines infused with divinity—everything was being shipped back to the Divine Sanctuary in an endless stream.
