Sariel slowly extended her hand, revealing the ring of authority. Without a word, she slit her palm, and crimson droplets welled up, falling onto the cold metal. The ring shimmered faintly, then flared.
Asher descended from the air, silent and regal, his mantle curling like smoke in the wind. He took the ring from her, and at his touch, it began to melt, not with heat, but with purpose, its form warping and merging seamlessly with the others already in his possession. In a single breath, one ring remained.
A moment later, the sky changed.
The crescent waves that had lingered ominously above dissolved into the ether. And from the far north, a golden comet surged across the heavens, streaking light across the cold sky and washing the clouds in radiant amber.
[Criteria for upgrading the Jotunn Queen and her people has been met. Would the host like to upgrade them into Pureblood Giants?]
"Yes." Asher's voice was steady, final.
