Within the Truth Council, countless stars were radiating light, their glow trembling and revealing the unrest in their hearts.
Unlike Radiant Moon legends, Dawnstar legendary spellcasters could speak and address others in this void.
But Radiant Moon and Morningstar spellcasters had no opportunity to speak proactively.
If they wished to speak, they could only stimulate the light on their own stars and form all manner of words and runes.
Only when others focused their gaze on them could they see what they had said.
Alternatively, certain stars could converse privately with one another; only then did they have the right to speak aloud.
This was also a distinctive feature of the Truth Council. Otherwise, if so many powerful spellcasters could all speak at once, the entire void would be as noisy as a marketplace.
Of course, Radiant Moons were still different. They could apply to Dawnstar legends for the temporary right to speak.
Abel was dumbfounded. The Council gathering was only held once every fifty years—hadn't it only been twenty-odd years since the last one?
How could someone join the Council when no gathering had been convened?
Then what had his forty-odd years of bitter waiting been for!?
Abel was not the only one with such thoughts. The other spellcasters each had their own ideas as well.
Some were considering who had joined this time and whether they had ever heard his name.
Others were simply curious. After all, in all their years since joining the Truth Council, there had truly never been such a precedent.
"This new member is someone I think very highly of. I believe his joining will bring even better development to our Truth Council!"
"Everyone, be a little more welcoming from now on...!" Meredith's words continued to echo through the void.
The other Dawnstar legends