Adrian appeared inside the command hall in the Origin Construct.
The spatial fold dissipated around him, white-grey essence bleeding back into his skin.
Kaelith, Cassian, Selric, Aurelia, and the other core mbers stood around the central holo-table, waiting.
Cassian spoke first, "Adrian… what did you see?"
Everyone already knew sothing had happened, and nothing short of that would make him move the entire Origin Capital to the Edge.
Adrian's gaze swept across them all before he finally spoke, "I saw the future."
"We stood against the demon siege and won. We annihilated their forces, united with two allied clans. It was a victory that shook the frontlines."
"But the mont we won…" Adrian's voice hardened. "The Aethelian Emperor struck."
"He attacked our capital directly. Alongside another, a tri-essence warlord. They struck when we were at the Edge, and sohow… none of us returned in ti."
A silence thicker than the void settled.
Selric clenched his fists, "You an… the Emperor struck our ho while we fought for his war?"
"Coward," Draven spat.
Adrian nodded grimly, "Yes. And the strangest part is, we didn't co back. The formation held long enough for us to return, but… we didn't. Soone stopped us."
Kaelith's eyes flickered, a rare trace of fear in them. "It could be one of them."
"Them?" Cassian asked.
Kaelith turned to the others, "Ancient cultivators, beings that predate the empires. They live in the Edge, beyond reason, beyond order. Only they could do sothing like that."
Septimus asked, "You're saying the Emperor has allied with one of these beings?"
"Every empire has connections with them
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