Reigning even above the heavenly cities, at the peak of the atmosphere of the planet was another sanctuary, this one did not align with any of the Heavenly Cities, acting more along the lines of mediators and watchers tasked to watch over the world and prevent calamity. But over the years, this sanctuary had forsaken its duties and the most high power of the world had forgotten their roles.
But that was to change.
Marquis sighed as he walked across the lavish corridor crafted from gold and jade emeralds. Underneath his eyes was the sign of exhaustion—he had been up all night for the past three days trying to get an audience with the Nine Heavens and on the third day, his request was approved.
Behind him walked his secretary—the woman looked at her boss and couldn't help but feel sympathetic to him. The events of the heavenly cities had pushed him to exhaust his options and mental fortitude—she knew him, he was not a man who would let things go without intervening.
