The Imperial Capital City, Necrotis, had become an ocean of light. Spirit lanterns glowed like drifting stars, suspended by invisible formations. The streets overflowed with crowds, stretching endlessly through every avenue and balcony. The capital itself felt alive, pulsing with anticipation as if the divine energies had seeped into the very stone.
The central plaza, large enough to hold millions, was now a breathtaking ceremonial ground. Hovering a hundred meters above it was the Grand Stage, forged from obsidian and gold spiritual jade. The structure radiated a soft glow, shimmering like a celestial altar suspended between heaven and earth.
Above it, the Void Armada hung in perfect formation. Warships crafted from black-gold alloys reflected the setting sun, their colossal cannons pointed to the skies, waiting silently for the salute. This was the wedding of their Emperor. A God. No bombardment, no intimidation. Only reverence.
