Frailtear looked around the three gathered champions. The Dru'Dar behind Taliesin, the People of Led behind Seven Needles, and the Dragons and Humans behind herself. The ten great spires surrounded them, and from their mighty heights, strange lights, not unlike the auroras, could be seen.
The non-chosen stood far from the small gathering of three. As though the gods themselves stood among them. Which Paloria and Aether had indeed done for a short time. Now, her goddess stood high in the sky, watching over her children.
"Seven Needles, Taliesin...It would be best to disperse your people. Let them rest, regroup, build their homes once more." Behind Frailtear, humans began to roam towards a nearby wooded area. The Dragons flew towards the ring of mountains, searching for great stones.
"Watch. The betrayed return to their nest." The young champion of Paloria pointed out to the sky. A great, dark cloud began to form over the great spires. While they were little more than beasts, the Drakes felt more of a connection with Paloria than most Dragons. As the Drakes cried out for their mother, they began to settle down in the valley. Like great frightening beasts, the Drakes surrounded Frailtear, the Dru'Dar, and the People of Led.