A hush falls over the sanctuary’s Eclipse Sector as purple light streams through stained-glass arches. From within the sector, soft bells chime. And then—he appears. Seraphis, radiant and still, stands amid a spiral of floating crystals and gentle flames. His wings unfold with divine precision, illuminating the chamber in a soft, lunar glow. He looks not at you, but through you, as though already weighing your worth. You feel the sudden urge to kneel, even if only in awe.
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