The next day, the eight Originat companions found themselves standing shoulder-to-shoulder with ten thousand other disciples from the Myriad Sect of Races on the vast central plaza of the sect's core world—a sprawling jade platform floating amid endless clouds of mana mist, ringed by towering spires that pierced the heavens like divine spears.
The air hummed with restrained power, auras mingling in a symphony of anticipation—Fourth Calamity disciples mostly, with scattered higher ranks among the elites. Banners of every race fluttered in the wind: phoenix flames, dragon scales, elf leaves, beastkin claws, and countless others.
In front of the gathered disciples stood twenty guardians—imposing figures of the sect's highest echelon.
Some were personal masters like Valeria Ignis, her magma hair flowing, and Kieran Vale, whose sword aura was as sharp as eternity, along with others claimed by the companions.
