Aaron, having finally set his house in order and mended the fractured lives of his companions, stepped back through the veil and returned to the cold, endless void.
"Aaron!
What happened?
Did something go wrong?" Aetherion was the first to speak the moment Aaron materialized, his voice tight with the anxiety of one who had been left in the dark while the world shook.
"No, it's fine.
Everything is in order," Aaron replied, his voice carrying a new, tempered weight.
"It is time for everyone to see their new home."
With a sweep of his arm, Aaron tore a shimmering rift into the fabric of the void, revealing the lush, protected expanse of the sanctuary.
He led the way, guiding the Primordials who had already awakened into the sanctuary's embrace.
As they began to disperse, acclimating to the rich atmosphere and the impossible safety of the realm, Aaron caught Aetherion's gaze and pulled him to a secluded side.
