The Empire of Light.
Within the grand capital, where golden spires reached toward the heavens, the royal castle stood as a monument to the empire's unshakable authority.
Inside the throne room, a space dominated by towering columns and banners adorned with the Empire's crest, an important discussion was unfolding.
A woman stood at the center, her presence commanding. She was ethereal, with long, light blue hair cascading down her back like a waterfall. Her glasses caught the gleam of the sunlight filtering through the stained glass windows. A faint, knowing smile played on her lips. This was Liphiel, one of the Divine Knights, revered and feared alike. She was more than just an advisor; her words carried the weight of the gods of Light.
"How are things progressing?" Liphiel asked.
