It was the blue star cluster that the prophecies had fortold, shining over Lake Orio, its reflection in the water laid out as it was on the ancient tapestry. Hilma sent a psychic telegram to her people on the other side of Hermia to rally and transport all of the holy relics to the battleground and prepare. They had been waiting for the sign for three-hundred years. With delight, they would rise and destroy their overlords before the crusted vermin had a clue what was going on. Their allegiance had always been to the Connor Clan. Cerah would lead the way.