Chapter 106

The cenotaph stood silent under the late morning sky, a sentinel of granite and bronze bearing witness to countless histories. As Davin, Michael, and the other masters approached, the air was thick with tension.

What had begun as a mere transfer of power was quickly spiraling into a confrontation neither side had anticipated.

The masters gathered around the central altar, where Davin, holding the wrapped mandate and crown, prepared for the ceremonial handover. The mood was somber, but an undercurrent of anxiety pulsed beneath the surface. Michael’s eyes were fixed on the scepter, his demeanor a volatile mix of eagerness and irritation.

“Let’s get this over with,” Michael said, his voice edged with impatience as he stepped closer to the altar.

Davin regarded him coolly, his grip firm on the symbols of power. “It’s not merely about getting it over with. This is a tradition that commands respect.”

Michael’s expression hardened. “Respect is earned, Davin. And right now, I’m not feeling p