The first morning in the Constellation Vanguard's sanctum dawned with radiant sunlight cascading through floating crystal windows. Suspended in the Upper Realm's skies, their new sect hall hovered atop a majestic island wreathed in clouds and lit by twin suns. Verdant forests stretched behind the halls, while ethereal stone bridges arched out to meditation spires and training grounds—a gift from the Celestial Sky Sect that symbolized unity and growth.
Chen Yu stood at the edge of the central courtyard, arms folded, silently surveying their domain. Beneath the beauty, he sensed fragility. Recognition by the heavens had been earned—but with that came expectations, and in the Upper Realm, where power is survival, enemies lurked just beyond sight.
Footsteps echoed behind him. Roman, clad in white-gold armor inscribed with divine runes, approached quietly.
"All structures are stable. Defensive wards are active. But…" Roman trailed off.
"You feel it too," Chen Yu said without turning.
