To bring together the scattered colonies of the Thirteen Dynasties.
If the fractured forces of humanity could stand united, they would become stronger than ever before.
The True Magitech Throne had said this almost offhandedly—an idea born from philosophy, from principle, and from the knowledge available to her.
At that moment, neither she nor Achilles knew anything of the Planar Destiny.
None of them did.
None knew what the truly powerful Ancient Ones—those bound to the Nine Supreme Forces—understood about the Planar Destiny tied to all the ancient races lost during the Long Slumber.
And how, even now, that same force was beginning to gather around humanity in this Age.
So what would happen if the clans and colonies of mankind were brought together under a single banner?
None of them realized that this simple exchange, this quiet decision, would allow something monumental to bloom.
Silence fell after the True Magitech Throne finished speaking, her gaze locked onto Achilles.
