The aftermath of the battle rippled across the human domain like an unrelenting storm.
Only a day had passed, but the magnitude of what had happened was unforgettable.
Oberon had worked quickly, doing exactly as he had promised. He visited each sector of the human domain, crafting and inscribing defensive runes into every city, designed to detect the energy signature of Blackgate should he ever dare teleport into their territory again.
The alert system he created was not isolated to individual sectors—no, Oberon had ensured that if the alarm was triggered, every paragon in the human domain would know instantly.
A necessary precaution for an escalating threat.
As the human domain began its slow, painful recovery, another storm brewed—this one made of whispers.
News of Luminous's defeat, along with the humiliation of the Stellaris and Alverian families, spread like wildfire.
