This was the Irethol Progenitors' plan, even if it meant overworking their people beyond reason for a while—
Yes, they were working hard and…
The Heavens decided to reward their efforts.
SWOOOSH
Suddenly, a streak of gold tore through the sky.
Then another.
Another.
And then four more times—
Irethol's sky parted as seven radiant figures descended, their halos cutting through the storm clouds that had formed from the sheer force of their presence.
Behind them were eleven others—each releasing an aura far stronger than what mere subordinates should have.
Eternals.
All eleven of them were Eternals.
Combined with the seven Light Borns, a total of eighteen Eternals had descended onto Irethol. Their combined aura shook everything around them and painted the entire sky gold.
The Thal'ren people who noticed the sudden change stopped mid-work, looking up from their floating cities with awe and confusion.
