The Dragon Kite Divine Palace's private dining hall was lavishly appointed, like a palace of crystal. Furnishings and decorations resembling ice crystals gleamed magnificently in the candlelight.
The banquet hall's location had also been cleverly chosen, perched on Eagle Beak Cliff.
Half of an open-air platform extended over the cliff. From there, one could look down over the entire banquet hall and take in the beautiful scenery of the whole Floating Island.
The God King's Throne stood on this platform above the cliff.
At the right time, the sun or moon would hang behind the Throne, lending the King seated upon it an even greater air of majesty and mystery.
To emphasize Shawn's supremacy as the God King, the believers of the Pure Land Society had certainly racked their brains.
The Muggle guests invited to visit the Wizarding World now sat stiffly at the spacious dining table.
They watched the empty Throne on the cliffside platform nervously, anticipation hidden in their eyes.
When would the master of this place appear-the God King those purple-clad people spoke of with such fanatical devotion?
The guests were eager to see what sort of extraordinary man could deserve the title of "God King."
Yet their eyes kept straying to the unimaginably luxurious crystal banquet hall.
Had all the decorations in the hall merely been inlaid with gold, plated with silver, or made up of works of art,
these elites, who stood at the pinnacle of Muggle society and enjoyed every kind of luxury, would hardly have been astonished.
But even the crystal-clear dining table before them looked as though it had been cut from one enormous natural crystal, without the slightest trace of artificial workmanship.
No natural crystal of that size and shape could possibly exist in the world.
Once again, they felt the