In the skies, Lysander nodded at those who had floated up to join him.
"All those who saw the peaceful path to unity can follow Mira to leave here," his voice carried with that same oratorical certainty. "You do not need to witness the forceful path to unity. Your choice has been made, and wisely so."
He nodded to a red-haired Early Creature whose form seemed carved from crystallized flame.
Mira waved her hands, creating a portal of swirling energy, and the deserters from the Verdant Eternia Tribe followed her through it, their faces mixing relief with shame they'd carry for eons.
Lysander then floated higher, his dark hair beginning to billow with winds that came from pure authority rather than atmosphere.
His Haki danced around his body in patterns that hurt to follow, golden light that insisted on being seen even when eyes wanted to close.
"Are you ready?" he asked, looking down at the Shepherd and her remaining tribe. "For Unity? For a Lesson?"
