The world had been given a year of peace—an illusion of stability bought with Seraphina’s sacrifice. But time was fickle, and even the most powerful interventions could not halt the inevitable. The balance had been shattered, the forces of the universe shifting once more, and the war that had only paused was now ready to erupt with a fury unlike anything before.
The skies over the Elemental Citadel darkened as cracks spread across the ethereal barriers Seraphina had erected. The frozen Elementals and Onyxa stood in eerie stillness, their forms trapped in a state of suspended time. But the seal was weakening. A tremor ran through the land as the forces locked away began to stir.
The Fulcrum had not wasted the year they had been given.
They had fortified themselves, gathered their strengt
