Among the families, the only domain he didn't have under his belt yet was the one that ruled over law. The legal system of the mundane world.
But honestly? That shit was already crumbling. What was the point of laws in a world that was about to awaken? When gods walked again, and Ether bled into the streets?
Law would become noise.
And noise?
Was easy to mute.
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The next morning hit different at the Nyxlith Palace.
It wasn't just the vibe—it was the whole damn atmosphere. The place wasn't just glowing—it breathed. Underneath that invisible, unbreakable dome, the estate had officially transformed into a small village of celestial madness. Grand. Quiet. Alive. Every inch of the palace pulsed with a kind of divine rhythm, like it finally remembered what it was supposed to be.
