The arrival happened without warning.
One moment the Palace courtyard was empty. The next, reality simply... adjusted. Space bent inward, and a figure stood where no one had been before. Not stepping through a gate. Not flying down from the sky. Simply appearing, as though she had always been there and everyone else was only now noticing.
Frauja, the progenitors' Matriarch.
She was tall, with skin that seemed to shift between pale white and deep blue depending on how the light caught it. Her features were sharp, angular, with eyes that carried the weight of ruling an entire species. She wore robes that appeared to be woven from starlight itself, and when she moved, the very air responded to her presence.
Two Progenitors stood behind her, her Attendants. Their presence was deliberate and unmistakable.
