[Aethel]
[The Grand Colosseum]
The crowd—millions upon millions—were paralyzed.
The enormous Zephyra Illusora screens, suspended across the vastness of the Colosseum displayed the image that had shattered reality itself.
Mikoto's unveiled face.
It was too perfect.
Too ethereal.
Too divine.
The world broke.
A wave of pandemonium, hysteria and unrestrained chaos erupted all at once, crashing into the Colosseum like a tidal wave.
People screamed.
"THAT'S A SPAWN OF OCTAVIA!"
"IMPOSSIBLE!"
"IT CAN'T BE! IT CAN'T BE! IT CAN'T BE!"
"Another spawn of the Goddess has been born!"
"This is a divine omen! A miracle! A sign from the heavens themselves!"
"A SECOND SPAWN OF OCTAVIA… HERE?! IN THIS ERA?! IT'S NOT POSSIBLE!"
"WAIT! HOLD ON! THAT CAN'T BE RIGHT! THAT—THAT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE!"
It was known, through scripture, through history, through prophecy, that in every era, only one spawn of Octavia could exist.
Only one.
And—they had always been female.
Always.
Always.
