Illumina’s Invitation

With varying expressions on their faces, the Kings and other representatives of the War Council couldn’t help but look at the young man seated at the head of the conference table.

They were still on the battlefield, and yet, with a single snap from Ethan’s fingers, the seafloor rose, then created a round table and several chairs surrounding it.

A small throne stood steadily at an elevated platform, overlooking those who were seated below.

Naturally, the one sitting on the throne was none other than Ethan, with Illumina standing at his right side—like a Queen supporting her King.

The young man’s posture was imposing, his right leg resting crossed over his left.

The side of his face was resting on the palm of his left hand, and he looked down on the Kings who had tried to destroy his lover’s kingdom with an arrogant look on his face.