Holy Sun Empire...
Imperial Palace.
At the top of the palace in a grand crystal-lit hall, Pope Winston was overseeing a ritual; in front of him, a bright altar was raised, and a sword floated on top while rotating slowly like a projection.
The hall itself was vast and majestic, its walls made of polished white stone engraved with golden scripture praising the Light God Lux.
On the hilt of the sword, a bright yellow crystal cross remained embedded and pulsed like a beating heart, making the sword appear like a living being.
Winston looked at the 100 people in front of him, normal brainwashed citizens of Holy Sun, people with dreams, people with a life, kneeling in front of him with hope and reverence.
Their faces were filled with devotion and faith, eyes shining with the belief that they were about to receive divine blessings.
