That night, Lorienya dreamed.
Every elf, from the youngest child to the oldest warden, felt it: a wind that wasn't wind, a light that wasn't light, moving through their dreams. It carried whispers, fragments of song, fragments of prophecy.
In the dream, they saw a figure walking through fire and frost alike, his shadow trailing gold and black in equal measure. Behind him walked armies of every race, and before him burned a sky torn open like a wound.
When the dream faded, they woke with the taste of mana on their tongues, and the certainty that something vast had begun.
Lindarion stood at the highest terrace, sleepless, watching the horizon as the world tree's roots glowed faintly behind him.
The wind rose again, soft and cold, brushing through his white hair.
[System Notification: Main Quest Updated.]
[Objective: Breach Dythrael's Domain.]
[Sub-Objective: Rescue Targets — "Eldrin" and "Luneth Silverleaf."]
[Status: Active.]
