While the seven Ether Council members stepped into the shifting veil of Veyrith, far away in the crystalline skies of Aerithal, the headquarters of the Etherbon Council pulsed with quiet tension.
Inside the Council's central chamber, Taren Vos, known to the world as the Tornado King, stood silently before a glowing holographic display. It projected a live image of Veyrith's edge—the dark, shifting borders where his fellow Council members had just crossed.
"So, they've finally gone," Taren murmured, his sharp eyes narrowed. "I just hope they find Marcus before Veyrith becomes more unstable. That place… it's giving off a dangerous vibe."
Beside him stood a broad-shouldered man with bark-like armor growing naturally across his body—Terran Oakvake, the Earth King.
"If even you are worried, Tornado King, then Veyrith must truly be something terrifying," Terran said. "Perhaps we should go as well."
Before Taren could respond, a soft, feminine voice interrupted them.
