The stabilization of the Seventh Plane brought a quiet that was fundamentally different from the silence of the Source. It was the quiet of a resting engine, a vibrant, humming peace that stretched across the six-universe collective. At the center of this new reality sat the Citadel of the Eternal Tide, no longer a dark fortress of isolation, but a radiant nexus of crystalline light and violet shadow.
Aegis stood upon the High Overlook, his hands resting on a railing made of solidified time. His physical form had shifted again; he appeared as a man in his late thirties, but his skin shimmered with the translucent depth of a nebula. Behind him, the door to the inner sanctum slid open, and Caelum stepped out, his footsteps echoing with the authority of the High Guardian.
