Aedhira, now clad in his transformed Arstra, considered the revelation about his origins. The concept of having Veria itself as a mother and father was perplexing, but he couldn't deny the ethereal connection he felt with the world around him.
That, and he wanted to promptly forget about the rather embarrassing confrontation he'd had earlier.
"Alright, Argos, lead the way. I'm curious to see what my so-called Legion is up to," Aedhira said, his voice resonating with a conveniently newfound sense of purpose.
[Follow the trail on your HUD, young master. The answers you seek lie ahead.]
As he followed the luminous trail projected by his HUD, Aedhira's steps echoed through the now-vacant armory. The absence of the Legion created an eerie stillness, a stark contrast to the once-bustling expanse of metal and ether constructs.
The trail guided him through winding corridors and expansive chambers until he reached a set of intricately designed doors. These doors, unlike others he had encountered, seemed to radiate a subtle warmth, inviting him to step forward.
[Open the doors, Sire, and embrace what awaits you.]
Aedhira extended his hand, and the doors parted with an otherworldly grace. As they opened, revealing a new realm beyond, Aedhira couldn't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. The mysteries of Veria, his purpose, and the Legion awaited him, and with each step, he ventured deeper into the tapestry of his own existence.