After he was done, Ash stood up and teleported in a ripple of rose-pink space, appearing right in front of the eight cultivating companions. The cocoons pulsed one final time, then cracked open in unison—rose-gold light spilling across the rainbow grass like liquid dawn.
They awoke as one.
Vaeloria first, blood-moon eyes opening with quiet majesty, wings unfurling in a soft rustle. Nia beside her, blood-red flame eyes blazing bright, white hair whipping as she stretched with a fierce grin.
Seris, Yonna, Sonna, Thalion, Caelan, and Kael followed—each aura surging with the dense, refined power of First Calamity. White hair flowing, blood-red eyes gleaming in various shades, black wings with rose-pink veins spreading wide. The air around them hummed, the realm itself acknowledging their ascension.
Ash stood with arms crossed, wings half-spread, lazy smile on his face.
