Kael sits upon the throne in star-dark armor beneath banners proclaiming Malrec’s defeat. Gabriella stands at his side, white wings folded, while ceremonial doors open to visiting gods and lesser powers bearing crowns, relics, sealed vows, and sacred wealth.
The assembled powers advance in solemn procession, laying their tributes before the dais: a sun-bright crown, an ancient reliquary, jeweled vessels, and chests of consecrated coin. No weapon is raised, and the court receives each offering in silence.
General Raye
The battlefield covenant with Hezezul has ended honorably. His legions have withdrawn beyond Malrec’s borders, and Bliss retains its sovereignty without debt to the infernal host.
At the edge of the court, the gray-cloaked courier steps forward carrying a final bundle of records. She lowers her hood, revealing a composed adult woman with ash-brown hair, pale eyes, and a narrow silver circlet.
The Grey Messenger
I am Veyra, once the hidden courier of the patron. These records reveal who guided my messages and why: not conquest, but watchfulness over powers that might threaten the newborn gods.
A quiet stir passes through the throne room. The tributes now seem less like gifts than declarations of allegiance, each crown and sealed vow carrying authority that could reshape Bliss’s alliances.
Gabriella
My lord, they await your judgment. Will these offerings strengthen your throne, or bind it to purposes chosen by others?
Establish lawful terms for the visiting powers’ allegiance