The outer space of the Great Cosmic Continent of Sagittarius, where the massive war fleet was hovering like countless stars.
At this moment, deep within the heart of the Mythical Coalition's colossal flagship, there was a chamber that no one entered without permission. Strangely enough, this chamber didn't seem to be part of the flagship at all.
The chamber was silent, not the ordinary silence of an empty room, but the oppressive stillness of a place that had witnessed countless rituals through the ages.
Black stone pillars rose into darkness beyond sight, each engraved with ancient symbols that seemed to pulse faintly beneath the surface. Dim golden-blue flames burned within hanging braziers, their light neither warm nor cold, casting elongated shadows across the vast hall.
At the center of the chamber stood an altar forged from translucent crystal, resembling frozen time itself. Upon that altar rested an ancient idol. Its appearance was difficult to describe.
