Galadriel and her Nephilims offered to lead us to a safe place. The aviary as it stands was not really at peace, but we needed to have a sit down with her and understand what the fuck was happening in as much detail as possible. So we flew, Asha and me had to rely on our aura, and Bobo had to carry Siren in her claws as we made our way upwards.
The thirteen islands were separated in between the thirteen clans of the Nephilim, with each clan having a stint at being a royal family for a minimum of three hundred years and a maximum of four hundred before the mantle of ruler gets switched to the next clan in line.
