They had seen the sky crack. They had felt the island crash. They knew the Syndicate was still out there, and the Draconic Legion was gathering in the dark.
"The old world is dead," Alvian announced. His voice was amplified by the [Heart of Azureus], resonating in every corner of the hall. "The Council of Seven is dissolved. The independent districts are dissolved."
A murmur of protest rippled through the crowd, but it died instantly as Alvian's violet eyes swept over them. The pressure of his stats, the [Void Monarch's Presence], weighed on them like the ocean depth.
"We are no longer a loose coalition of tribes," Alvian continued. "We are a fortress. We are a weapon. And a weapon requires a single hand to wield it."
He raised his hand. A holographic interface appeared in the air, visible to everyone.
[System Command: Faction Restructuring.]
[Old Designation: Alliance of Azureus.]
[New Designation: The Void Sanctum.]
