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Yet, during that very cycle, no agreement has been made between the Mystics and Soothsayers.
Everyone engaged in the affair couldn't find a middle ground between their brethren. The only collective thoughts happened in the societies under Freya’s guidance – that are cloisters responsible for the Royal Gardens, as well as inside of the Druid Dens. Some started mumbling about a “Chosen One, that will cause Eden’s third fall”. Others, taking residence in some less agrocultivated parts of the Kingdom, could be seen in all kinds of pleasant moods. They, just as other fortune-telling divines, couldn’t really describe on what’s going to happen, yet they could surely agree on the thing that “it’s going to be a good change”.
Favorable set of both Suns always marked the start of the Ceremony. With the help of cherished and beloved Chronomancers – not as cherished and beloved since the Age of Desis’ Gift – every participant could have a private moment with the King without any interruptions nor needless prolongings.
For most of the souls gathered in that place, this would be the only time in their lives when they could feel the Ruler’s gaze in it’s full glory – resting on their eyes, hearts and minds.
Here it all happened.
Here everything was being settled.
If population of the Kingdom could somehow develop such a sensation as stress, the atmosphere would sparkle with how uneasy it was.
Yet, it was the Land of Fulfilled Promise, where blissful exaltation could only be weaved among power and proudness, supposedly shielding it’s followers by an impenetrable ignorance. Pacts and fates of the world alone weren’t enough to remind their citizens about the weight of such an event.
