The profound safety of the Golden Age was a blessing for the mortal population of Aethelgard. However, for a celestial warrior who had spent his entire existence shattering cosmic threats, extreme peace occasionally bred an intense restlessness.
Kael believed his children were becoming too accustomed to the pristine environment of the Oakhaven manor.
"The biological hardware is becoming soft, Valeria," Kael rumbled one crisp morning, crossing his massive arms over his scarred chest. "Orion thinks camping means sleeping on the plush rugs in the primary study. The Warlord's heirs require a rugged, unoptimized outdoor excursion to properly compile their survival instincts."
Valeria agreed with the Vanguard's tactical assessment. She immediately authorized a family expedition to the deep northern volcanic ridges.
