The Grand Feast of the Celestial Dominion began beneath a sky that looked too beautiful to belong to ordinary reality.
Lucien had already seen the Dominion before.
Only now, with celebration alive in every direction, did the full scale of it truly settle into him.
The Celestial Dominion was vast.
Not merely larger than Lootwell in territory, though it was. Not merely older in spirit, though that was obvious everywhere one looked.
Rivers of living light moved through the air as though the sky itself had learned to flow. The divine energy in the atmosphere was denser than anything Lucien had ever felt.
Then came the feast itself.
The food was not merely delicious.
It was useful.
Every dish served some purpose beyond pleasure. Beasts raised under refined divine currents became meats that strengthened the body without leaving the usual gross heaviness behind.
