Once again, Grace passed through the huge door to Celestia's chamber. Grace still felt like a toddler standing in front of it, even after weeks of angel training. She straightened her shoulders, took a deep breath, and knocked.
"Enter," Celestia's voice called.
Grace pushed the heavy door open to find a circular room bathed in rainbow light from the stained glass ceiling. Celestia stood at the center, her multicolored wings folded behind her like some fancy peacock. And she wasn't alone—Seraph, Mara, and Venus were already there, gathered around a floating map of Linaria like they were planning to invade it.
None of them were smiling.
[Okay... This is serious. No prizes for guessing what they're going to talk about.]
"Grace," Celestia greeted, her golden eyes warming slightly. "Thank you for coming so quickly."
