Queen's Coronation

Zandalar, Zuldazar, Golden Throne Hall.

In the past, this place had been filled with the endless quarrels of the Zanchul Council, the bargaining of the various Tribe Chieftains, and King Rastakhan's impatient yet authoritative orders to maintain the balance. But today, every voice had vanished.

Inside the massive imperial pyramid, inlaid with countless gems and gold, the atmosphere was so solemn that the crackling of burning torches could be heard. The air was so heavy it seemed frozen, carrying the mingled scents of incense, tropical flowers, and something indescribable... fear and anticipation.

Both sides of the throne hall were filled with every prominent figure in the Zandalar Empire: chieftains of every tribe, high priests of the Loa who had converted to the Moon Goddess, merchant leaders wealthy enough to rival nations, and fleet commanders. Their expressions varied. Some were filled with reverence, some concealed their resentment, while others were simply overwhelmed by confusion and bewilderment. Every gaze was fixed beneath the supreme Golden Throne.

The throne itself was empty.

Two people stood before it.

One was Princess Talanji, standing tall and straight. She had removed the extravagant feathered ornaments and golden jewelry that symbolized her status as a Princess, wearing only a solemn dark green robe embroidered with the emblem of the Zandalar Empire. The pride and sharpness of her usual expression were gone, replaced by a settled, unquestionable resolve and authority. Her gaze was level, as though it could pierce through the pyramid walls and see Zandalar's future.

Standing slightly behind her was a figure who made every Zandalar noble feel suffocated—the former Guardian, Aegwynn. She wore only a simple gray mage robe and did not even carry a staff, merely standing there casually.

Yet the nearly tangible, crushing arcane pressure radiating from her formed a silent domain that