As Kieran and the others returned, they noticed fleets of space cruisers parked in perfect circles, their metallic frames gleaming under the crimson sky.
More continued to descend from above, slicing through the red clouds like silent giants.
Each cruiser bore a distinct emblem etched boldly into its surface—clear markers of the powerful houses they represented.
The origin families had arrived.
The factions were all present.
It felt less like a mission and more like a grand gathering.
They watched as recruits from every faction descended from their ships, their captains stepping off to leave them behind—silent, disciplined, and already exuding pressure.
'If all the origin families came with their newly awakened…' Kieran's eyes narrowed as he turned toward one particular ship—the Nelkon family's space cruiser.
It was a striking vessel: deep red with a golden flame emblem etched across its hull.
The cruiser radiated dominance.
