"A reincarnator?"
Silence filled the hall.
Zenova sat upon a raised seat at the end of the chamber, her purple-crimson robes flowing down the steps like a cascade of silk. The seat itself was carved from radiant crimson jade, its surface adorned with intricate carvings of phoenix feathers and blooming immortal lotuses. It was not a throne meant to rule a kingdom but a seat befitting a sovereign empress.
This hall was the heart of her newly constructed palace, meant to receive guests.
The palace had been built within a vast mountain basin surrounded by towering cliffs. Elegant courtyard walls enclosed the complex, each stone even brimming with transcendent crystals, their surfaces both appeasing to look at and also etched with a protective formation that shimmered faintly.
Within the walls stood the palace itself, a majestic structure composed of layered pavilions and rising rooftops that curved like phoenix wings, preparing to soar.
