The tension in the grand hall shifted.
Queen Eleysa's voice rang out clearly through the silence.
"In honor of the one who saved Callex… I present to you a gift. A title. The ultimate honor one can receive on this planet."
A wave of murmurs rippled through the nobles, whispers spreading like cracks on porcelain. Aether lights shimmered above them, casting long shadows across the marble floor.
Nova remained still.
The Queen stepped forward, her golden gown trailing behind her like spilled sunlight. With practiced elegance, she unsheathed the sword at her side—a weapon forged entirely from condensed aether.
It pulsed with soft light, humming with restrained power. She raised it high for all to see.
"A sacred weapon passed down from ruler to ruler. With this blade, I bestow upon you Callex's highest honor."
She announced.
Then she looked at him—straight into Nova's eyes.
"Kneel! And accept what is rightfully yours."
She said gently, almost lovingly.
