Almus and Fisherman walked together to one of the mothership's few remaining windows.
"The Convergence is still a few years away. Will we really have a chance to return to those prosperous star systems and worlds?"
"We certainly will..."
Bzzzz~
A voice suddenly rang out.
"Elder, the machine aboard the mothership that detects the Aether has picked up traces of its emergence."
Relief filled the Elder's face. "Has the day of the Nine-Star Alignment arrived?"
"No. There has been no sign of the Convergence in the Nine Realms."
"What!?" The Elder's face filled with shock and grief. "How could this be? Has this world truly abandoned us Dark Elves? Will we never have another chance to reclaim our glory?"
The Elder left his decaying seat and slowly moved to the window, his eyes full of resolve.
"Almus, Fisherman, I entrust the Dark Elves' last chance to you. You must do everything you can to lead our people back to glory."
The two exchanged a glance. "For our people's honor, we will naturally fight to the death. But the Aether has appeared in Asgard. With our current strength, there is no way we can take on a power of Asgard's caliber."
"The Aether has appeared in Asgard..." The Elder lowered his head and fell silent.
Asgard was indeed a tremendous problem. Back then, their last remaining forces had included thousands upon thousands of Kurse warriors, tens of thousands of adult Dark Elves, and countless members of their subject races. Even so, they had fallen before the forces of that era's God King, Odin. How could these few survivors, the seeds of their race's future, possibly defeat mighty Asgard?
"Have you contacted the Leader?"
Almus and Fisherman shook their heads.
"Heh, don't worry about Asgard."
The Elder seemed to have glimpsed some