The evening air was cool, carrying the scent of old stone and the lingering incense of the Grand Cathedral.
Arkanos stepped out into the courtyard, his cloak billowing slightly behind him as he descended the marble steps. But his attention was elsewhere. Hovering beside him, bathed in a faint golden glow, was a translucent window filled with text.
〘 ⋄ Title Earned! ⋄ 〙
〘 King-Tier: Betrothed of the Holy Empress ⋄ 〙
〘 You are destined to wed Empress Isolde of the Holy Empire as well as carry the burden of its leadership. This title grants you divine recognition, political authority, and increased influence over the clergy. ⋄ 〙
〘 ⋄ Effect: Your words hold weight among the devout. Influence over religious factions +20%. ⋄ 〙
〘 ⋄ The goddess of Justice and Purity is proud of you. ⋄ 〙
Arkanos exhaled sharply, his smirk tinged with amusement.
'The gods move quickly.'
