Moondancer stood in the center of a circle of figures. The darkness of the abandoned building, combined with the hoods of their white robes, obscured their faces. She wore an identical robe, with the addition of a necklace, forged of gold in a pristine shape. Much time had been spent preparing for this day, months lost in preparation. Learning, gathering, preaching, all for the moment of salvation, of retribution for the fallen. Beanos would pay, and the world would be restored.

She spoke, addressing those reassembled. “Welcome, my sisters and brothers, to the first meeting of the New Pythagoreans.”