The chamber stretched vast, its expanse draped in celestial luminescence as if the heavens themselves had bent low to bear witness. No mortal throne room, no gilded palace of kings, could rival the sanctity and gravity that filled this space. Here, within the heart of the Grand Cathedral, beneath vaulted ceilings painted with Bathalumea's storied past, the unseen architects of the realm convened.
Seven figures stood in solemn formation, their robes a cascade of colors—each thread a testament to the dominion they shaped. To the world, they were shepherds of faith, the guiding lights of civilization. But within these sacred walls, beneath the hush of eternity, they were more than mere leaders.
They were the wielders of Bathalumea's fate, the unseen hands that wove its destiny into existence.
At the center stood Aurela, the Radiant Oracle of Fate, clad in woven gold that shimmered like the first break of dawn.