The pressure was cold and forbidding, as though the oldest rules in existence had taken form and descended upon Magic City.
The sky did not darken. Instead, it was suffused with a strange silvery-gray light.
Within the light, countless lines woven from laws flickered in and out of sight, forming an invisible web over the heavens.
At the center of the web, a blurred figure slowly took shape.
She wore a plain gray divine robe. It bore no elaborate decoration, only intricate, ancient legal text embroidered in silver thread along the cuffs and collar.
Most striking was the crown upon her head—a Faceless Silver Crown. No features were carved into it, only a smooth, mirrorlike silver surface. It reflected nothing, yet seemed able to see the secrets buried deepest in a person's heart.
In her hands, she held a small pure-silver Heavenly Scales on one side and a heavy Codex forged from an unknown metal on the other.
Both pans of the Heavenly Scales were empty, yet they swayed faintly, as though weighing the world's unseen crimes and punishments.
The Codex radiated the chilling presence of ironclad law. Every page seemed to bear rules that could not be defied.
"Saint Law Goddess Aetheria."
Alesha's voice came out strained. She stared at the figure in the sky, gravity showing even in her usually calm eyes.
The playful grin had vanished from Dies Martin's face. He looked unusually serious. "The God of Light actually sent her. She isn't as skilled at head-on combat as the God of War, but her Divine Authority is extremely troublesome."
Saint Law Goddess Aetheria, the embodiment of law and judgment.
Aetheria's gaze beneath the Faceless Silver Crown seemed to pierce the command tower and fall directly on Qin Chuan.
She said nothing, but the scrutiny was unmistakable,