Three Months Later – Elysiar
Elysiar had become a city in truth.
Where once there were scattered towers and emerging walls, now great arches of metal-veined stone curved across the skyline. Paths of glowing crystal wove between rooftops layered in greenery. Transport skiffs drifted soundlessly overhead, while arcane-laced drones flitted among market stalls and council buildings.
It wasn't just expanding.
It was thriving.
Command Platform – Central Hub
Adam scrolled through the latest system entries as he stood overlooking the city's inner spire.
[Basic Summon Token Redeemed]Franchise: Mass EffectUnit: Urban Logistics Operator (Level II – Civilian Tier)
[Basic Summon Token Redeemed]Franchise: The WitcherUnit: Herbalist & Potion Brewer (Non-Combatant)
[Basic Summon Token Redeemed]*Franchise: Final Fantasy (VII)Unit: Infrastructure Technician (Midgar-Born, Civil Tier)
Every summon was linked to a franchise now—fully adapted, memory-aligned, and loaded with system-integrated survival knowledge. Civilian, artisan, and support personnel now formed the bulk of Elysiar's growing society.
With each new arrival, the city gained depth—languages, traditions, techniques.
Elysiar wasn't just becoming strong.
It was becoming complex.
The Vault of Balance
Mara spent most of her time here now—though she returned to the city regularly, her thoughts always seemed to drift back to the vault's quiet halls.
The Force didn't scream here.
It whispered.
The small group of Force-sensitives she guided were all summoned—system-recognized individuals from across dozens of worlds and traditions. There were no children born within Elysiar yet old enough to train. No strangers had arrived by mysterious means.
And yet these summoned students—former knights, warrior-mystics, scholars and prodigies—shared one trait:
They had all lived on the edge of light and dark. They had all questioned the binary.
In the Vault, they studied not alignment but balance.
They learned not obedience but awareness.
Mara guided them not as a Jedi, not as a Sith, but as someone who had seen what dogma did to truth.
"Balance," she said to the gathered group, "isn't inaction. It's not neutrality. It's movement in both directions—without being consumed by either."
They listened. Some even understood.
The Vault glowed brighter with each passing day.
Elsewhere – The Galaxy Responds
Corellian Space – Count Dooku's Vessel
He stood alone in meditation, hands clasped before him.
The pull was stronger now. Not a demand. Not a threat.
A question.
He had asked many of the Force. It had rarely answered.
But this… this was different. It felt like an invitation.
He did not yet know where it would lead.
But he knew it would not be to the Jedi.
And not to the Sith.
Dathomir – Nightsister Territory
Alis walked alone.
No one had followed her.
The clan had said the pull was not of Dathomir, not of them.
But she knew her path.
The visions returned more clearly now: a city of paradox, a woman cloaked in red teaching not spells—but truths.
She kept walking.
Elysiar – Twilight Overlook
Adam stood on the highest point of the Nexus Forge, arms resting against the rail.
Below, the city shimmered like starlight woven into stone.
Mara joined him, hair swept back by the rising breeze.
"They're coming," she said softly.
"I know."
"They'll bring questions. Complications."
He nodded.
"And maybe answers, too."
They stood in silence, watching as lights danced across rooftops and towers.
No beacons had been lit.
But the Force had spoken.
And its call had been heard.