Another 500 years passed without a hitch and with that came the rising ambitions of a certain clan that had been relatively quiet for the last 1,500 years.
[A/N: Just to clarify a total of 2,500 years has passed]
Within the Originat Haven, the leaders of each branch clan had gathered.
It was the first time since the Convergence that they'd all gathered in one place. Until now, it had only been small clusters—pairs, trios, never the whole assembly.
They stood on one of the Haven's central plains, an endless stretch of warm marble underfoot, its veins shimmering with liquid starlight that pulsed like a calm, steady breath.
All around, islands of crystal spires and night-blooming gardens drifted softly in the dark.
Above, an eternal rose-gold aurora spread across the sky, casting a gentle, otherworldly glow over it all. They gathered in a loose circle—easy, unguarded, like only those bound by centuries of shared battles could manage.
