Above, eclipsing the stars, a fleet of avian beasts of all kinds soared, their wings stretched across the heavens. Upon their backs, countless entities clad in pristine, pitch-white robes could be seen, radiating power and majesty that seemed to warp the air around them.
At the forefront flew a simple yet magnificent eagle, far larger than any other beast in the fleet behind it. On its massive back, three figures were present.
Two of them stood—Zao and the Timeless Guardian—while a single figure sat cross-legged in front of them: Caine.
Caine's gaze fell to the Scions below, his eyes steady, unblinking, and undisturbed. The longer their gazes remained locked, the colder the world became. Gradually, it felt as though a blue filter had been overlaid onto reality itself.
