Kivas stood atop a wide watchtower, its obsidian spire cloaked in a stealth spell formation so potent that even the sharp-eyed Karasu Association would struggle to pierce its illusion without being invited.
Her halo glowed softly, casting golden hues across the gathered crowd below—envoys from the Suiyen Concord, Claturians and their innocent curiosities, and Karasu agents in sleek black cloaks, their crow masks glinting in the dim light.
The tower's platform was crowded with representatives, their murmurs a mix of excitement and unease as they awaited for what's to come.
Kivas turned to Samael, her silver-yellow hair catching the breeze, her white dress rippling slightly. "There's no better timing for my timeline's run to face its endgame," she said, her voice steady but laced with resolve. "Oizys's Renenutet's Judgment is complete, and now this threat comes knocking. It's like fate's daring us to be reminded that there is no such thing as utter serenity in this world."
