Atticus had once again appeared high in the skies of Eldoralth. Though this time around, the world was not the same as before.
The past few weeks had been all but boring. He had increased the talents of Ember, Caldor, Nate, along with the rest of the four stars.
Now, Lyanna, Sirius, and Nathan had become paragons of their respective elements. It would have been a cause for celebration in the old world. But in the new, it was almost an everyday occurrence.
The title Paragon didn't hold nearly as much weight as it once did. Now, one had to be an Eldorian to have any say in the happenings of the planet. Yet even this title was starting to be left behind.
The Eldorians had been exposed to the middle planes. They'd seen how useless and weak they were compared to the people of true power, the ones who wielded their wills as weapons.
During the past weeks, the Eldorians had been training, and none had been able to awaken and join the willpath of the Burning.
