As Marcus absorbed the energy from the Celestial Council, a profound silence fell over the chamber. The council members observed him with expressions of quiet approval, their luminous forms radiating an air of peace and timeless knowledge. Marcus felt a strange sense of belonging, as though he had always been meant to stand in this hallowed space.
The council member with piercing silver eyes stepped forward. "With the trials complete, you are now entrusted with the Compass of Fate." She extended her hand, and from the air appeared a small, ornate compass with intricate engravings that glowed faintly with celestial light.
Marcus reached out and took the compass, feeling its warmth pulse against his palm. The needle spun slowly before settling in a direction that seemed to vibrate with a mystical pull. He could sense that this was no ordinary compass; it was attuned to something deeper, guiding him toward his next path.
