The wind finally moved again, passing gently through the Sacred Spirit Forest and carrying several golden leaves between them, yet neither Elessa nor Aurelion moved with it. Both World Regents remained exactly where they were, staring at the sight before them as though someone had taken everything they understood about their own home and turned it upside down within seconds.
Elessa's eyes hadn't even blinked for several breaths. It wasn't merely shock. It was almost horrifying for them to watch.
The Eternal Mother was not simply some powerful ancestor like being they respected. She was Sylvasyl. Their oldest protector. The being before whom generations of rulers lowered their heads, the existence whose wisdom they trusted when kingdoms rose and disappeared, someone so ancient and sacred that even Elessa herself instinctively became careful with every word spoken before her.
And now that same existence had her forehead pressed against the earth before Razeal?
