The Temple of Light was never silent.
Even in peace, it carried sound, soft hymns in distant halls, the steady hum of holy formations, the whisper of robes across polished floors.
It was a place built to remind everyone of one message—
Light was eternal.
Light was calm.
Light was… in control.
But today, even the Temple sounded… wrong.
The air felt tight, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath.
Lord Light walked through the inner corridor with a solemn look. Behind him, a line of Light Borns followed, each holding scrolls, crystals, and other reports, but not one of them spoke, no one dared to.
After all, they could all feel it.
The anger in the Temple.
The anger of… an Infinity.
When the great doors opened, the holy chamber revealed itself.
