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Morning came softly to New Vorelia.. as it always did.

The first light spilled over the peaks of the Strata Mountains in pale bands of gold, washing across the city of white stone until its countless bridges and terraces seemed to glow from within. Bells echoed somewhere ...

The chamber remained silent long after Raizen's final words had faded into the mountain stone.

No one seemed eager to disturb what had settled over the council.

The image of the Prime Acheri no longer hovered above the white table, yet somehow it lingered still. It remained behind their eyes ...

D'huro took a moment to collect himself before he rose from his seat. Hitomi simply stood and watched as the Commander pressed a button along the table, generating a vivid array of holographic images above the council table.

Pale blue light climbed from hidden projectors embedded within the white ...

Silence settled once more over the council chamber.

This time it was not born of offense, but deep contemplation.

The request lingered in the air long after Hitomi finished speaking, and D'huro was the first to break the tension.

"...No." He said firmly. "I cannot support this." He rested both ...

Hitomi didn't answer immediately. Instead, she took a breath before she rose from her chair and drifted toward the towering windows overlooking New Vorelia.

Afternoon sunlight spilled across the white silk of her robes as she stood with her hands folded behind her back, gazing out across the ...

The attendant came to a stop before a final pair of doors.

Unlike every entrance they had passed before, these bore neither intricate carvings nor gilded ornamentation. Fashioned from a single slab of polished silversteel, their surface had been worn smooth by centuries of faithful hands. And at ...

The great doors of the Hall of Luminaries opened without ceremony.

Warm light spilled across polished stone as Hitomi Yaarou crossed the threshold, accompanied only by Elder Sevrin and a small retinue of Inuki attendants.

The doors closed behind them with a deep, resonant boom. And immediately ...

By the time Katsuro descended from the watchtower, the gates of New Vorelia stood fully open. And beyond them stretched a solemn procession unlike any seen within living memory.

Hundreds of wagons crept along the mountain road, their weathered wheels groaning beneath impossible burdens as exhausted ...

D'huro closed his eyes and released a slow, defeated sigh.

Euriel pinched the bridge of her nose, torn somewhere between secondhand embarrassment and utter disbelief. Even Sai's stoic composure seemed to crack ever so slightly, his jaw tightening as though resisting the urge to intervene on ...

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There were places upon Vescrutia where men raised walls to divide themselves.

Kingdoms that carved monuments into mountains so their rulers might outlive memory. Empires that measured greatness by the breadth of conquered lands. Cities whose towers reached toward the ...