It was a tranquil morning in the Will Planes, yet the air was charged with anticipation. The skies above were streaked with dawn's golden hue, casting a warm glow over the gathered multitude.
From the grand obsidian palace — a towering structure forged from enchanted volcanic glass — every member of the Will Clan stood in reverent silence.
The T'Shalari, the E'Sherils, the proud Gargoyles, and even the mighty Spirit Beasts were present. They filled the vast stone courtyard like a living sea, a tapestry of races united under one banner.
And then he appeared.
The obsidian doors slowly creaked open, and Ethan stepped out into the light.
His presence was... serene.
