A total of 800 years had passed in the outside world since Ash had commenced his evolution in totality. And while he was away from the scene like the age-old saying… Time waits for no man, and neither did reality.
The multiverse had begun undergoing a subtle, pervasive shift—not cataclysmic upheaval, but a quiet tension that threaded through every realm like an unspoken omen.
Universes grew wary, borders fortified not against familiar foes, but against the rising tide of a single clan whose name now carried the weight of legend: Originat.
In the Crystalline Harmonies of the Luminous Cantors—a realm of drifting song-citadels where beings of pure melodic light shaped emotions into living symphonies—choirs met in echoing halls, their voices mingling in quiet wonder.
"The Convergence… eight centuries ago," a cantor sang, their light-form shimmering. "They say that's when the Originat Clan first began to rise…"
