Aboard the sleek starship cutting through the void, the observation deck hummed with quiet excitement. The vast Myriad World of Races loomed ahead—a brilliant blue-green sphere swirled with white clouds, ringed by shimmering orbital stations and defense arrays that glinted like jewels under the distant stars.
The group gathered at the wide viewport: Nia, Vaeloria, Seris, Sonna, Yonna, Thalion, Caelan, and Kael—eight reborn Primavus, wings folded neatly, white hair catching the deck lights, blood-red eyes reflecting the approaching world with fierce anticipation.
Nia leaned against the railing, arms folded, her blood-red, flame-like eyes blazing.
"Finally. A whole year trapped in this tin can, staring into nothing but black. I'm ready to set something on fire just to feel alive again."
Vaeloria chuckled quietly, her blood-moon eyes steady yet brimming with anticipation.
"Patience has paid off. We're First Calamity now—real power, real paths to forge."
