The days on the third floor melded into a rhythm of strategizing, training, and preparing artifacts and alliances. Their shop had become both a sanctum and a fortress, where ideas flowed freely, laughter echoed off the stone walls, and every odd artifact seemed to hold a spark of potential. Yet, for all the peace and creativity, they knew it was a pause—a brief calm before the storm.
It was during one such session, as Yara was explaining her idea of using enchanted sea charms for quick escapes, that one of their old friend contacted them through some means, Mundis's voice echoed through their minds, a low rumble like distant thunder.
"Realm Lord… it is Mundis. I am in the Ilya Realm. Some forces stir… our realm seems to have some rebels and a power, I have not felt in ages. You must return soon."
A hush fell over them. Mundis rarely called for their help, and the urgency in his tone sent a ripple of unease through each of them.
