The participants and spectators were stunned.
Perhaps they were about to witness an unprecedented blessing by the Ancestral God.
However, they didn't seem that lucky, as the golden clouds, stagnant for a long time, finally reacted with the passage of time.
Under everyone's gaze, the third blessing descended from the sky, targeting Helena mid-air, then... barely grazing her as it passed straight through.
"Oh my god! It's coming at me!"
The Imperial Chief Steward only heard a startled exclamation by his ear, then Lord Lynn beside him rushed skyward, flying towards Her Majesty Helena.
From Lynn's perspective, the last corner of power representing imperial authority had been accumulating for quite a while, and it wasn't aimed at Helena, but directly at the throne he had just occupied.
Damn it, Helena hadn't even touched the throne today; it was only him who sat on it. Could it be coming for him because of that?
No, it isn't that simple.
