The Feudal Ad Council approved the licensed detonation of the Divine Flash, marking a new chapter in curved-roof permit distribution. The blast, drawing on yields once confined to legend, moved 12,847 permits before the dust cleared.
Lord Temperance, rotated from last decade's Prudence, signed the ledger with visible satisfaction, his translucent eyelid twitching once. "What better way to illuminate the virtues of roofing than through divine incandescent wonder?" he said, the leaden lattice around the virtue-name registry holding firm after three earlier campaigns.
Residents noted the event as standard commerce. "I have never felt so invigorated by a sale!" said Anna the Anxious, permit in hand while the afterglow lingered on her features.
Council papers stirred in the commercial afterglow, showing marketing limits stretched toward gilded roofs rather than ruin.


