Arthur Sterling stood before the jagged and glowing tear in the fabric of the universe.
The gateway to the Celestial Court bled a terrifying blinding white light that threatened to scorch the very concept of the Ebon Citadel.
The air around the rift felt incredibly heavy.
He did not step through immediately.
He turned to the four impossibly powerful women standing behind him. Sylvia Thorne, Morwenna, Lyra, and Aurelia.
They were draped in pristine and newly forged divine tier battle regalia. Their auras hummed with lethal intent.
Arthur reached into his dark coat and pulled out four heavy bands of metal. He had forged them during the final days of his absolute peace.
"Take these," Arthur commanded. He tossed a ring to each of his Queens.
Sylvia caught hers effortlessly. Her icy blue eyes inspected the glowing runes etched into the starlight metal. "What are they, Emperor?"
"Celestial Anchor Rings," Arthur replied with a dark smirk playing on his lips.
