In the months following their return from the Abyss, Elara and her companions began fortifying the stronghold against the new threat they now understood all too well. The knowledge of the ancient entities, the Primordial Forces, was sobering. These entities, older than the Weavers, held a power beyond imagination, and the fracture in the Veil had awakened them. While they remained dormant for now, signs of their influence were growing across the land.
Elara stood on the balcony of the council chamber, staring out over the fortified city. The winds carried with them an unsettling energy, a subtle reminder of the looming threat they all felt but couldn't yet see. She was no stranger to the weight of leadership, but the stakes had never been higher.
