The earth rumbled like thunder, and the sky churned with unrest.
Three suns rose high into the heavens, flooding the world with blinding light. Darkness was swept away in an instant, replaced by a downpour of radiant beams that shimmered as they touched the ground.
Even the scars of battle—craters, scorched earth, shattered mountains—were vanishing, as if time itself were rewinding.
The thick smoke that had once choked the skies began to clear, revealing a deep, vivid blue. White clouds stretched lazily across the firmament, as if waking from a long nightmare.
Everything was healing—fast. Like the world was being stitched back together by unseen hands.
On the continent of Necroterra, the volcanoes of Westmarch fell silent. In the north, the Endless Sea calmed, its monstrous waves settling into a gentle tide.
Across the ocean, on the continent of Xenorift, sunlight returned. The oppressive blackness that had blanketed the land was gone, replaced by a bright, cloudless sky.
