Date: TC1853.07.27 — Dawn
Location: Seven Peaks — Throughout the Sect
The golden rain stopped with the sunrise.
For hours, it had fallen without pause—warm droplets of pure spiritual energy soaking into everything they touched. Disciples had stood in it, let it wash over them, felt power seeping into their cores like nothing they'd ever experienced. Some had wept. Some had laughed. Most had simply tilted their faces skyward and let the miracle happen.
Now, as the first true light of dawn crept over the eastern peaks, the last droplets faded into mist. The clouds that had birthed them dissolved like morning fog, leaving behind a sky so clear it seemed painted.
And beneath that sky, the Seven Peaks had changed.
***
Elian woke to a world that felt different.
