The military man felt it too. The searing heat. He was shocked like the others. But his pride had been challenged. There was no turning back now.
He was about to move. Then a voice boomed across the hall.
"We will start the Virelenna now."
The military man paused. That voice, there was no mistaking it.
The voice of their star. Iron Crown.
He clenched his teeth, sent a cold glare toward Atticus, then turned away, his eyes shifting to the image that had suddenly appeared high above them all.
The gazes of Atticus and the other gods followed.
As he saw, Atticus' eyes narrowed instantly. On the image, he spotted his star, Quiet Flame, seated at one edge, alongside three other figures.
'Other stars,' he identified at once.
His focus shifted to the one who had just spoken. A figure of metal and light, with swords floating behind him like rays.
'Iron Crown. The star of Terrvenos.'
