The moment the first war drums of Lumeria thundered across the holy lands, the Demon Kingdom felt the tremor as confirmation.
Deep within Aeternum Noctis, seated upon the Throne of Dominion, Jax felt the shift ripple across the world like a change in pressure before a storm. Divine intent sharpened in the surrounding Kingdoms and faith surged.
Countless prayers were redirected from vague pleas for protection into something far more focused. War, a battle to finally take down the Demon Kingdom.
His lips curved into a slow, knowing smile.
"Good," he murmured.
Immediately, Jax sent out summons. Not through messengers or through bureaucracy which could be delayed, but through his personal authority with assistance from the Throne of Dominion.
Across the Capital, every Clan Leader felt the pull at once, a subtle but undeniable tug in their cores that admitted no refusal.
Within minutes, the Cathedral's Grand War Hall filled. It was a chamber worthy of empire.
