While the sects participated in the events of the Conclave, the universe never stopped moving. Back in the Venia Galaxy, on a world that had once again risen to prominence, a clan was doing everything they could for their safety.
This was the world of Astralis—and more importantly, the home of the Galactic Astral Clan.
Floating in the skies under the light of the four suns, Celeste stood motionless, her silver hair flowing through the warm, golden winds like liquid starlight. Her adaptive robes shimmered faintly with the colors of the heavens, and her eyes—deep violet with faint constellations—were fixed on the immaculate structure rising before her.
It was the Originat Base she had built for Ash.
The structure was breathtaking—a towering citadel of pure astral crystal that seemed to drink in the light of the four suns and reflect it back in soft, ever-shifting hues of dawn, midday, twilight, and midnight.
