The celestial platform of the Grand High Sanctum trembled under a wave of crushing spiritual pressure.
Inquisitor Thorne-Crow remained prostrate on the white jade stones, his forehead pressed against the freezing floor.
Above him rose three towering thrones of condensed starlight, suspended over an endless abyss of swirling clouds.
On the left throne sat Ancestor Ignis-Prime of the Ashen Sun Sanctuary, wrapped in blinding white solar flame.
On the right sat Ancestor Vesper of the Void Lotus Sanctuary, veiled in impenetrable black void mist.
In the center sat Ancestor Malakor of the Blood-Star Sanctuary, his eyes glowing like crimson supernovas.
Each of the three ancient beings had lived for centuries, their cultivation standing at the very peak of the Saint Vessel realm.
“Repeat what you just said, Inquisitor,” Ancestor Malakor commanded, his voice sounding like two grinding tectonic plates.
