The Guardians knew their time was running low. Land was healing, but something darker churned beneath: old, dark, and terribly potent. The fragile balance they had worked so hard to restore was growing frayed and was bringing with it the sinister knowledge that the peace for which they had fought would not, could not, last.
The Guardians knew that, come what may, they had to accept it as protectors not only of Eldoria but also as the bearers of a legacy that might shape the destiny of their world.
And in that future, they would stand tall, unyielding, or fall into shadow.
The storm was coming, unlike any storm anyone in the land had ever seen.