Ascension Ceremony

Lucas's lips curved into a polite smile, his head inclining just slightly.

His voice, though measured, carried across the area.

"The Lower Domain rarely witnesses an occasion where Ascendants gather in such numbers."

A pause.

"What brings such esteemed guests all the way to the East Region?"

The question hung in the air.

And then—

From within the ranks of the Ascendants, one man stepped forward.

Immediately, the tension shifted.

Unlike the others, who wore robes of varying colors, this man was different.

He was dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, every line and fold pristine. A neatly tied black tie sat at his collar, immaculate.

His jet-black hair was combed back meticulously, not a single strand out of place. Every inch of him radiated control—a man of order in a world of chaos.

His movements were deliberate. Calm. Measured. Absolute.