Reappearing back in the skies of Astralis, Ash hovered motionless for a moment, the four suns casting strange multi-shadows across the vast continents below. The world felt different now—quieter, the chaotic auras of invading clans fading like echoes. This world could be considered his, with the Astral Prime Clan under his banner.
But he would allow them to keep face on the surface; pride was a currency he understood well.
He wasn't far from the Nocturne domain. Spreading his 59-billion-kilometer mana sense, he saw them all leaving—starships rising into the void, Liam's broken form carried aboard under heavy guard. He nodded, satisfied.
The Noctis Clan would know soon enough; their branch would scatter or submit.
Now that Astralis was 'safe' for the most part, he disappeared—teleporting multiple times in ripples of space—until he reached the heart of the Astral Prime Clan's new continental domain.
One final fold.
