((Been nearly a week. I'm posting.))
With the Mecherans looking to the sky, the Relorians release their gathered breath to the sky, carrying upon it the soft, almost gentle sounds of their original language, returned to them through their migration to the Megalith, where most of the Relorians still resided.
"Caorrn, aaor nous jerins
Arr'iman' aaor nous jerinsa.
Relloirren arria meieur rTranaan.
Scieso arcrribaioe terroe.
Ela Ela, ala selirtra.
Peullim, peulla!"
Above them, the sky seems to surge, bending down to the ground as Wyrms awaken, raising their heads from the land to behold the arrival of the Caorrn and Arr'iman'. As the sky touches the ground, the wyrms bend in a bow, as the Relorian population raises their hands to the now retreating sky. It fills with a strange, otherworldly luminescence as the clouds disperse, disappearing from view over the entire planet as each mage, from those capable only of household magics, to the yet-untaught children still learning to control their sometimes considerable abilities, to even the powerful Irrelai, contribute to the Crafting.
"Aarrian eiya rras Aarraiya
Sciesciarran eiya rras Aarraiya
Jierrosce Lertris enaa varr'rtria
rTrannan Relloirrien na ei la Olynmierriun
Ei rras vaisuleva en madum"
The light seems to solidify, surrounding the planet in a strange field, distorting the Mecheran sensors so badly that many show thirteen planets directly around them, even when organic eyes could see nothing of the sort. The field condenses around the center of where the sky distorted, finally releasing the new Emperor and Empress. They soar tot he ground, Archimand altering reality to place small, floating stones under his feat, while Apella flies down, the shadow of one of Freyja's Valkyries providing her wings.
"Caorrn, sei'ei se'ei narrum Aarraiya,
Arr'iman', sei'ei sei'ei narrum Aarraiya.
Eeus na Aarraarrum neum ei varrm aartram.
Eeus na Faartruum neum ei varrm aartram.
Ela Ela, ala selirttra, peullim, peulla!"
With the final lyric sung, the Relorians fall to their knees, each providing a single drop of blood, a single flake from the walls of their own Weaves, and a small, nearly insignificant bit of their own spirit to the field above. When each piece of sacrifice had been accepted, the field seems to disappear, though the sensor distortion remains.