The Will Citadel stood tall at the center of the Will Clan's domain, built with living stone and bone, flowing with veins of glowing blue and gold essence. A monument of power, vision, and unity.
The central chamber, known as the Throne Spiral, was a vast circular hall open to the skies above, with clouds occasionally drifting through its transparent dome. Twelve stone seats curved around the room, each representing one of the clan's allied races or internal branches. From the E'Sherils to the T'Shalari, from the Spirit Beast Council to the Elders of the Clan.
But today, all eyes are focused on one singular figure standing at the heart of the spiral.
Ethan.
He wore no crown, no cloak. Just a simple black robe lined with white and silver thread. Yet he needed no regalia. His mere presence was heavier than mountains. His newly awakened aura was tempered but suffused every corner of the hall, as though the world leaned inward to listen.
