The message from the Psion echoed through channels older than civilization, a ripple in the pond of reality that could not be ignored. It reached the two oldest powers, the ones who had, for a time, been the Aethel's siblings.
In the heart of a Diva core world, a planet-sized crystal that sang with perfect mathematical harmony, the call was received. The air in the central chamber was so still it felt solid. Light moved in precise, geometric patterns. Here, three figures sat on thrones of solidified sound. They were the Triad, the current rulers of the Diva. Their forms were humanoid but wrought from light and crystal, their faces serene masks of absolute order.
"The Psion's warning is confirmed," the central figure, Luminar, stated. Its voice was like a perfectly tuned bell. "The Aethel signature has reignited. Alistair lives. And he has successfully awakened a new one."
