Chapter 6465

The great hall of Pole Star Hall.

Emberstone crystals embedded in the domed ceiling bathed the vast chamber in golden light.

The glow spread beneath the towering vault, illuminating the lone figure seated upon the black throne and coating him in a cold, metallic radiance.

Massive stone pillars lined both sides of the hall.

The celestial conquest reliefs carved into them shifted between light and shadow, as though silently bearing witness to the gravity—and killing intent—of this moment.

Venerable Starwick sat on the black throne, his face as dark as an approaching storm.

His fingers tapped lightly against the armrest.