The evening had arrived with a grandeur that felt fitting for the occasion.
The Citadel of Gods, which had floated above the battlefield for the entirety of Stage One, now served as the setting for a grand feast. The gods had brought everyone up; every champion, every king, every ruler who had participated in the Holy Grail War.
And the floating island itself had been transformed as several tables stretched across the open, each one laden with food and drink.
Torches burned along the edges, casting light across the gathering.
At the high table was Adam, the All-Father, flanked by the Archons who had accompanied him to this dimension.
Below them, the tables were arranged not by continent, but at random. Kings and rulers mingled freely, seated among champions they had once faced on the battlefield.
It was a deliberate choice, one meant to foster camaraderie rather than division.
