he First Conscience of The Great Divide drinks in the intoxication of a thousand open minds as he walks among them in the hidden birth-chamber sanctuary below his dwelling. Galan, Champion of The Great Divide, follows close behind.
The heralds lie awake in their open chambers, their glowing eyes staring in the darkness, focused on nothing. The First Conscience imprints each as he walks by, passing his hand over their eyes and closing them. A hypnotic wave washes over each herald as Eidan moves on.
A watchful orb moves up and down the rows of the birthing chamber, checking vitals, “…097…confirmed…098…confirmed…”.
Eidan nods his head, acknowledging each herald who successfully blends in harmonious accord with his mind. Boundless power folded onto itself a thousand times.
“…105…confirmed…106…confirmed…”