In the heart of the Central Region of the Valora Continent, atop the roof of a towering, black-stone building surrounded by the intricate spires of the Monarch's territory, Drevon stood with his arms folded, his gaze fixed skyward.
The Citadel of Atherion was descending—slowly, majestically, like a divine fortress returning to the mortal world.
It should have been a moment of triumph. The Citadel was the only known place outside the Middle Domain that contained energy dense enough to allow an expert to break into the Master Rank.
For someone like him, standing halfway into the Master Rank, it represented opportunity—a gateway to ascension.
But even then chances were much low. Citadel would descend every few years and then but no being from the Lower Domain had ever entered Master Rank from Expert Rank even with significantly dense energy in the Citadel.
