Starlight in the Eyes of the World

Absalom, the city at the center of the world.

This eternal city had witnessed countless legends rise and fall. At its heart, where civilizations and faiths from across the world converged, stood the grand headquarters of the Adventurer's Guild.

On its top floor, a secret meeting was underway in a circular chamber closed to the public.

At the center of the room stood a massive round table made of Astral Plane ebony. Runes depicting legendary adventures were carved into its surface, glowing faintly.

Eight chairs of wildly different styles surrounded the table. Seven were occupied. Only one remained empty: the guildmaster's seat.

An elderly man with silver hair and a dark blue scholar's robe stood before the table. Behind him, a giant magical screen five meters tall played footage recorded from multiple angles: the final battle at New Stefan.

The fall of the Floating Castle.

The descent of a divine kingdom.

The roar of the red dragon.

And that small yet dazzling figure who had turned everything around at the brink of defeat.

The image froze at the moment Xia Lin put on the [Star Moon Chain]. Starlight and divine radiance washed the entire screen in brilliant silver-blue.

"...And that concludes the complete record of the New Stefan Incident."

The old man, guildmaster's secretary Elwin, adjusted his reading glasses and tapped the air with his wand. The screen slowly went dark, and the crystal chandeliers in the council chamber lit up.

"According to our local observers and Vice Guildmaster Bargren," Elwin said steadily, "the red dragon Paralia has been completely destroyed, and the ascension ritual failed. Though New Stefan suffered heavy losses, power has changed hands peacefully. Felicity Odolai has established a council system, and the situation is currently stable."

He paused, sweeping his gaze over the seven people present.