The denizens of Aigas were coming out of the First Layer of the Empyrean Hatcher, ushered out by Strawlers into the open area sprawling ahead of it. By then, most of it had been restored to its most pristine state, but most of the creatures, human or otherwise, couldn't spare their eyes to tell. Most of them were still recovering from the overwhelming, brute sensation that had stolen their faith earlier – a product of Boron's ambitions.
For the commonfolk among them, it felt like something deep within them – something fainter than their souls – had been disconnected, stretched taut, and connected to a different socket of sustenance. It was…uncanny, so much so that they found it hard to focus on anything else.
Elita and Revia were seated over one of the floating islands in the Bosom, watching over everyone below.
