In The Throne Hall

Divinity.

What did that even mean...?

The transcendence of a lifeform?

The elevation of a being from the puppet of the cosmos to its puppeteer?

The final step before a man became God, all-knowing, all-powerful, and all-present?

There were many definitions, many arguments, and many reasonings.

But the indisputable thing about divinity was its nature.

As the soft white light shimmered in the throne hall, the divine power was there for all to witness and revere.

"I-Indeed…it's her power. Her power indeed." King Ferdinand spoke, his voice, previously calm and powerful voice was now cracking and confused.

Even then, he was already miles ahead of people who were entranced by the miraculous power and couldn't take their eyes off it even if they tried. And they weren't even trying.

The Archdukes were the next to tear their gazes away from the sight. Noticing that, Varian snapped his fingers and the grain returned to his palm.