The air grew turbulent with the soundless whines of numerous Starships, each bearing the insignia of prominent Powers. They ranged from Sixth Sphere Houses to Seventh Sphere Organizations that stood toe-to-toe with the House of Etoile.
The House of Etoile had left their gates open for those daring enough to brave the dangers of the Dual Star Tower, so wouldn't they be fools if they didn't at least try their luck?
A convoy of Starships gleaming like molten silver flew at a steady pace. They bore the insignia of the House of Argen, a prominent Power that stood on par with the House of Etoile, at least, on surface.
At the center of the convoy, in a Starship that looked more magnificent than the ones that surrounded it, a silver-haired silver-eyed young man stood with his hands clasped behind him.
