The Starforged energy was a quiet revolution. It did not roar like the Starcore or scream like the broken Starwind. It was a gentle, pervasive hum, a new baseline of health for the world. From the nexus in the Sunstone Spires, it spread along the beastlines like a beneficial mycelial network, strengthening what was weak and soothing what was scarred. Villages near the revitalized veins reported richer harvests, clearer water, and a sense of peace that settled deep in the bone. The Accord, once a desperate alliance, was crystallizing into a true culture.
Ren and Lyra became quiet legends, the wandering stewards who appeared from the mist to mend a fractured leyline or bless a newborn spring, then vanished again. They were guides, not rulers. The work was fulfilling, a constant, gentle proo
