Aiden stood on the raised platform in the sky-palace's main hall, the structure docked firmly above Valthar.
The golden veins running through the walls pulsed steadily, feeding power into every system. Below him, rows of chairs and standing galleries held the summoned representatives:
Harran lords in dark silks, Vessian merchants with their calculating eyes, scarred Lorrak remnants, mountain clan chiefs in furs, and stiff-backed imperial officers.
Thorn Legion soldiers in their new black-and-gold armor lined the walls, faces hard, bodies radiating the quiet confidence of men who had already survived the Womb's changes.
"Effective immediately," Aiden said, voice carrying without effort, "the Golden Womb will be opened to approved applicants. Enhanced vitality. Faster recovery from wounds. Stronger children.
These benefits come with obligations. Every house or clan granted access will deliver troops, supplies, and quotas for the crusade. No exceptions. No delays."
