The first frost of the turning season kissed the high spires of Eldrane as Ethan stood once more within the Unity Dome. It had been months since the Hollowed crossed into their realm, and though healing had begun, the scars of that strange convergence remained visible in the souls of every leader present.Circular and vast, the Unity Dome shimmered with enchantments cast by generations of sages. Its crystalline walls reflected not only light, but the unspoken tensions of those within. Delegates from the Stormborne tribes, the Sylvan Elites, Tidecallers, Arcane Scholars, and even distant Astral Nomads had gathered. Ethan had called them all—not for war, but for warning.A great map hovered in the center of the dome, its arcane etchings shifting slowly to reveal ley rifts opening across unknown realms. Mira stood beside the display, her fingers dancing across the glyphs as she adjusted the view."Four new pulses in the last cycle," she said. "Each accompanied by Hollowed manifestations—

The sky over Eldrane shimmered with an eerie twilight, neither day nor night. It was as if the realm itself held its breath. Across the land, the signs were clear: ley lines pulsed erratically, animals fled from once-safe forests, and those sensitive to magic felt a heavy pull in their hearts.Ethan stood atop the Sentinel Spire, the tallest point in the city, where the stars once danced freely above a peaceful world. Now, the constellations flickered—some lost entirely, others rearranged as if the heavens themselves were trying to write a new story.Around him, the final preparations for the Harmony Convergence were underway. The event, long prophesied, was meant to permanently stabilize the realms after the passage to the Hollowed World. But the warnings Mira had uncovered echoed through his mind.“The Convergence must be led not by power,” she had warned, “but by balance. Or the threads will snap.”Below, in the Conclave Plaza, the chosen representatives from each realm stood in fo