The shock and awe in the hearts of the warriors of the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance came from a realization that struck deeper than any battlefield revelation. Those two massive, radiant moons hovering above them were not mere agglomerations of energy. They were something far more profound—far more sacred. They were the preserved hearts and wills of the Empyrean Worlds that had been devoured by the Worlds of the Root.
Everything else had been twisted beyond recognition. Continents had rotted, oceans had turned into corrosive seas, and entire ecosystems had been warped into grotesque mockeries of life. Yet somehow, despite that total corruption, the core essence of those worlds had endured. Their will—their identity—remained intact, sealed within those luminous spheres.
