Legacy Pavilion, top floor.
A dozen or so figures clad in purple robes sat quietly, their auras magnificent like an abyssal ocean.
Below them appeared to be a void of a tranquil starry sea, numerous legacies floated and sank within, emanating either icy-cold or scorching terror.
Then suddenly.
A hunched figure slowly materialized from illusion to reality, appearing at the forefront. Its form alternated between infant, youth, and elder, endlessly cycling between the three, it seemed incredibly strange.
"Greetings to the Pavilion Master!"
The purple-clad individuals all stood up, respectfully shouting in unison.
"Hmm," the Pavilion Master slightly nodded, and then asked, "Do you all know why you were gathered here?"
The space was filled with the echoing sound of a young child, a youth, and an old man speaking simultaneously. The entire Legacy Pavilion seemed to tremble in response.
