Final Verdict:
A solemn hush settled over the celestial assembly, a silence born of reverence and foreboding. The Moon, in all its silent, ever-watchful glory, hovered high above the council, its pale light bathing the Moon chamber in an otherworldly glow.
It was the Moon who had chosen Frost to be the Winter Guardian, and it was the Moon who had, in a moment of cosmic foresight, bound Silvermist to his service. And now, the Moon itself had spoken.
With the weight of eternity behind it, Adonis, the Thunder God, stood at the center of the celestial tribunal, his voice reverberating through the very fabric of the realms. He did not merely speak as a messenger; he spoke as an instrument of fate, carrying the will of the Moon itself.
The Moon, silent and untouchable, had watched as the balance of the cosmos trembled, watched as Silvermist had unknowingly broken the sacred staff of the Winter Guardian—a crack that resonated across time, rippling through the veils of destiny.
