Chapter 41: Magus Mundo Association
That was when the King of Astaris rose.
The grand figure stepped forward from the shadow of his throne, the soft gold embroidery of his cloak catching the pale light of the chandelier. His presence alone seemed to quiet the room; conversations stilled mid-breath, and even the air felt heavier as his gaze swept slowly across the hall before coming to rest on me.
“You,” he said, his voice low but resonant, a ripple of authority that carried through every corner of the chamber. “I saw it—everyone saw it.”
I blinked, uncertain if he was addressing me directly. But then he descended the dais, each step deliberate, until he was standing just a few paces away.
The King’s expression softened—not with kindness, but with something deeper. Reverence, perhaps.
