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Half a half-century after the events of the Crown of Stars, Terra stands transformed. On Terra, the shattering of the Grey— the mystical veil that once hid magic from mundane eyes—has fused two realities into one. Cities now share their skylines with floating citadels, arcane ley‑lines hum beneath once‑quiet streets, and ordinary Terrans awaken to powers they never dreamed possible. In the vacuum left by the fallen regimes, the mage‑conclave Octagram and the chivalric order Golden Dawn broker a fragile new world order alongside the rulers of the former Hidden World.

Amid the upheaval, Samantha Sinclair—reborn as Asha’Yee, Keeper of the Sacred Flame—guides the newly awakened through their first sparks of power. Together with Emily Legens and her comrades she turns her focus to a deeper enigma: the vanishing of the legendary AurenIdril Empire, whose secrets may hold the key to stabilizing (or toppling) the newborn age. Every clue draws them closer to the mythic Eclipsed Vault, a place whispered to house the empire’s final legacy—and the reason the gods themselves fear Terra’s rise.

Far from home, Leonard Haravok—now a full demigod—has returned to the Divine Federation and vanished from public sight. Rumors hint at celestial trials, forbidden bargains, and a destiny that could either save Terra or condemn it. As cosmic forces converge on the planet, Leon and Sam’s intertwined fates edge toward an inevitable collision—one that will test old loyalties, spark new alliances, and decide whether the light of the new era will blaze or be snuffed out before it can truly dawn.

In a world where the veil is gone and the gods are watching, the greatest secrets lie in the shadows of the Eclipsed Vault—and unlocking them may cost more than anyone is willing to pay.

House of the Celestials: The Eclipsed Vault

21st Vetraeus cycle, 50 New Solaris Prime

Days passed, and at last, June Wryward was cleared to return home. The sterile halls of the facility faded behind her as she stepped into the soft light of morning, but the weight in her chest didn't lift. Despite the end of the tests and prodding examinations, a deeper tension brewed inside her—a quiet dread she hadn't spoken aloud.

Home. That word should've offered comfort, but for June, it was a different kind of gauntlet.

The Wryward household was as loud and lively as ever, filled with warmth, scent of brewed herbs, and the subtle creak of old floorboards—but none of it calmed her. The moment she walked through the door, it was as if her return had pulled a trigger. The questions began almost instantly—sharp, concerned, relentless. Her parents' eyes were pools of worry, her siblings' voices carried both curiosity and fear, and every word felt like another thread unraveling her already-frayed nerves.

She tried to smile. Tried to nod. But the truth was, June felt more like a specimen than a daughter—observed, measured, dissected in every glance.

Her room, once a sanctuary, now felt foreign. The walls hadn't changed, but she had. Lying in bed that night, staring at the ceiling, June couldn't shake the sense that she no longer fit in the rhythm of the Wryward home. Something inside her had shifted—subtly but irrevocably—and no amount of testing could define it, no answer could explain it.

Chapter Sixteen: Truth