The Floating Island stood above the clouds, with the blazing sun hanging directly overhead.
The sunlight shone down on the Golden Temple, making it reflect a dazzling expanse of golden radiance.
Viewed from below, the Divine Palace atop the golden summit truly looked like the dwelling of a god.
When Shawn appeared before the gleaming golden gates of the Divine Palace, Eternal Scepter in hand, he looked like a deity descending to earth.
Everyone turned their eyes toward him.
The members of the Pure Land Society needed no prompting. They immediately paid him their highest respects, dropping to both knees and crying out, "God King!"
As for the Acolytes of Grindelwald's Army, even the slowest-witted fools among them had realized the true purpose of their visit today.
Just then, Grindelwald happened to come strolling down from the Second Great Peak.
Their gazes shifted between Grindelwald and Shawn, and they were more nervous than either of the two men.
Vinda Rosier withdrew her proud gaze from Shawn. At this moment, she was no longer Shawn's Godmother, but a loyal Acolyte devoted to the future of Grindelwald's Army.
She exchanged a meaningful glance with Abernathy, then together they addressed Grindelwald as he came to the front of the crowd.
"Please give the Acolytes your final instructions, my lord."
His two most capable assistants were pressing him to relinquish power.
No one knew how Grindelwald felt at that moment. His face betrayed nothing.
In truth, he had deliberately helped bring about today's situation.
If Emperor Grindelwald himself were unwilling, who could truly strip him of his power?
Grindelwald looked past Vita and Abernathy, resting his gaze on the bewildered Acolytes.
A trace of melancholy flashed through his eyes. Then he walked among the Acolytes and patted a few of them on the shoulder