The Core World transformed long before the appointed day arrived.
It did not do so abruptly. It unfolded with deliberate grandeur, layer by layer, as if the planet itself understood the significance of what was coming. Entire districts were restructured, not demolished, but refined.
Streets widened to accommodate procession routes. Sky corridors were cleared and reinforced with ceremonial arrays capable of bearing the passage of sovereign-class beings without distortion. Ancient monuments that had stood dormant for eras were reactivated, their inscriptions glowing softly as long-silent laws stirred once more.
This was not merely a wedding.
This was not merely a coronation.
It was the binding of authority and future, declared openly before the Immortal Realm.
For the civilians of the Core World, the days leading up to the ceremony were surreal.
