As Anthony, Aaaninja, Lucian, Aura Nova, Vega, and Kingsley were discussing among one another, those from the Older Generation were also engaged in their own discussions. They huddled together, standing upon the flat, desolate surface of a shattered star, its faint cosmic glow illuminating their figures against the endless void.
"What's our next step?" a Vampire asked as she stood with a natural, almost mesmerizing grace. Although she had just finished a life-threatening battle, her body appeared immaculate, unmarred by wounds or scars. Yet no one present was fooled. While her physical injuries had been healed, the damage to her essence, something far more difficult to restore, still lingered beneath the surface.
The Overseer, who floated calmly among them, spoke next. "During the meeting, toward the end, I was going to propose that we create a military group of sorts, pairing everyone into structured teams."
