The biological hardware of the ascendant heirs had compiled past the threshold of childhood.
Valeria, the Commander of the Golden Age, recognized the undeniable tactical reality. Orion had held the northern perimeter against a cosmic threat without burning a single blade of mortal wheat. Elara had secured the Capital's underworld without ever drawing a physical blade. And Zenith had calculated that the foundational requirement for a thriving universe was inefficient biological empathy.
They were no longer fragile variables requiring constant parental protection. They were the future of the physical world.
Therefore, it was mathematically necessary to update the chain of command.
The grand primary study of the Oakhaven manor had always been the secure tactical heart of the Golden Age. For twelve years, it had exclusively housed the heavy ironwood strategic map table and exactly six carved chairs reserved for the Warlord and the titans of the physical world.
