The Golden Age of Aethelgard had successfully maintained absolute, completely uninterrupted perfection for exactly two localized planetary cycles since the physical installation of the Architect of Tomorrow.
Two years had passed without a single celestial invasion, without a cosmic audit, and without a terrifying war. The valley of Oakhaven was a sprawling, beautifully thriving sanctuary of peace. The Warlord's heirs were growing rapidly, completely mastering their own terrifying biological hardware. Orion was a highly muscular, incredibly energetic seven-year-old walking solar flare. Elara was a completely silent, gracefully calculating seven-year-old void lord who used the ambient shadows as her own personal transport network.
And then there was Zenith.
