One by one, the leaders departed the pocket space, their fading presences leaving Zephyr in a contemplative silence. His final piece of advice, the suggestion to begin the Dispersion on a small scale had been framed as a tactical benefit for all, but in truth, it was a move designed almost entirely for himself.
From its very creation, the Great Dispersion was never a universal vision. It was a plan crafted by his grandfather, Ikenga, solely for the benefit of the Apelings. The other Godling races had never been part of the original design.
Clutching the journal in his hand, Zephyr felt the weight of his leadership position pressing down on him. He could see his grandfather's vision with a clarity his father, Ikem, had likely shared but was simply too kind-hearted to execute. Ikem had been a man of empathy, Zephyr was a man of legacy.
