A jagged ribbon of mountain road lay buried in silver. Their shadows wrote a line across the ice.
No one dared follow. No one dared jeer.
The man at the front walked with hawk-bright eyes under sword-cut brows. Tall and lean, he carried a cutting pressure, a sense he could lay a hand on the sky and make it bow. He looked like a god stepped out of an ancient scroll, hard to look at directly.
"Emperor Sword as master, godrings as vassals…"
The line rang in every ear, a brand burned into spirit. Godring awakeners of the Earth Kingdom, even the Wolf Twins, dimmed before a Six-Shift.
Talent is common. Peerless talent appears once in a thousand years.
One stood already at the ninety-eighth heaven, the Sunforge Sacred Executor who had glimpsed the light of the temple. The other was the man before them.
"Caelum… can we really climb with him?" Estrella asked carefully.
