Nia, Vaeloria, Seris, Sonna, Yonna, Thalion, Caelan, and Kael stood before their branches, each radiating a power that made their past selves feel small.
The air around them shimmered with layered auras that subtly bent the void, their essences humming together in a restrained harmony, eyes lit with the quiet confidence of rulers who had shaped empires from nothing.
The four Valkyries, joined by Kaelthyr, Celeste, Katherine, and Summer, stood on an equally elevated plane—their presences richer, more refined, wings and auras casting soft, rose-pink light that gently illuminated the cosmic road ahead.
They all knew what this day meant—it wasn't just a display of strength.
Today was the moment the Originats—no, the whole Primavus race—would step onto the Universal stage, the vast emptiness around them holding its breath, distant stars twinkling as if in eager anticipation.
What better occasion than the Convergence of the mightiest beings?
