The Myrrnith Throne, Clarana, stood at the center of the clearing now, her elegant frame radiating both grace and a sense of sorrow.
"For all those gathered here, Humans, Ancients, Thrones of Dynasties, and Supreme Forces alike- let me explain why I said our future is grim," she began, her voice clear, calm, and heavy with something deeper.
"Because we never truly resolved our past, and the past is everything."
She paused, taking in a breath that seemed to steady something within her.
"To understand what is coming, you must understand when it began. When the first Aeonic Chains descended…"
…!
A wave of silence.
Somberness rippled across the gathering. Even the Lunaris Throne, usually unreadable, showed a flicker of cloudiness. His hand clutched the side of his seat without realizing it.
The Glacivane Throne leaned forward.
The Magitech Throne narrowed her eyes.
Achilles didn't move.
But his mind… it sharpened as he continued to observe the possible destinies all around!
