"Those humans whose evolution failed... the Supreme King born among them, the Fate-Chosen Emperor... half of Prophet Zarqlan's prophecy has already come true."
The breathtakingly beautiful priestess rested both hands on her lower abdomen, her Psionics Power drawn inward, presenting a serene and pleasing appearance.
She silently recited scripture, her Psionics Power rising from her heart and flowing through the countless offerings and ritual implements behind her into the entire temple, then onward throughout the Nine Firmament Dome.
Her long, slender eyelashes fluttered slightly. She looked again at the Shroud Mentor before her and said softly, "I will report this to Her Majesty the Empress. As for now, Commander..."
"Bishop, should you require anything, I will offer assistance on behalf of the Shroudwalker Enclave."
So said the commander of the Shroudwalker Enclave.
"No, I merely wish to invite you to witness today's consecration ceremony." The priestess tilted her head slightly, revealing a smile that could have enthralled countless people.
The commander seemed to ignore her captivating face entirely, instead offering a composed bow. "My honor, Bishop."
On the Heavenly Throne, the citizens of the Lost Empire were all known as Precursors, a designation passed down from an ancient age.
The technological wonders they commanded lay beyond even the wildest dreams of younger species.
Upon waking in their residences within the Nine Firmament Domes, these Lost Empire Precursors, indistinguishable from humans, needed to go to the Sky Temple on the Heavenly Throne to offer prayers of consecration.
The Holy Guardians were steeped in religion, fervently worshipping their saints and their prophet.
A Heavenly Cathedral stood on the Heavenly Throne. This was where they worshipped and performed consecrations, and it was also the temple where the woman known as the bishop resided.
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