The Mist Spirit Clan… what a bizarre name. And why is Senheiser ranked tenth? At the very least, we should have been in the top three.

Despite the bitter complaints churning in her mind, Quinna kept a radiant, joyful smile pinned to her face. Whatever the rank, Senheiser had made the list. The Woven Festival had acknowledged them, which also meant that their family possessed the power to endure into the future. For the Six-Emblem, no ranking reward mattered more than the guarantee of survival.

But when they looked more closely at the projection, the color drained from their faces.

The image's background vaguely resembled their home city of Vanmura, but it was a far cry from the steel jungle of the present. This version was fresher, reclaimed by nature. Overgrown ruins, crumbling walls, and cracked streets teemed with stubborn, vibrant flora. A dense white mist flowed along the ground like a lazy river. Under the gentle touch of radiant sunlight, the entire metropolis cast a dreamlike vision of paradise.

And in paradise, there were naturally angels.

Floating at the center of the image was a great host of beings, pure and beautiful beyond measure. They had no wings, yet they walked through the sky...