The echoes of the visions still lingered as Kael, Lysara, and Riven emerged from the chamber, their minds heavy with the urgency of the coming conflict. The orb had revealed not only threats but also hidden allies scattered across realms—fractured factions whose survival depended on unity.
Kael convened a council at the Citadel of Dawn, summoning leaders from diverse lands and cultures. Some were wary, scarred by past betrayals; others were hopeful, desperate for salvation. The room buzzed with tension as centuries-old grudges resurfaced.
Lysara stepped forward, her voice steady and commanding. "The darkness approaches fast. We cannot afford division. Our strength lies in unity."
A grizzled warrior from the northern steppes spat on the floor. "Words are easy. Trust is earned."
Riven raised his hand. "Then let our actions speak. We face extinction if we stand alone."
Slowly, the council began weaving threads of alliance, forging pacts bound by necessity. Yet, in the shadows, unseen eyes watched—enemies poised to shatter their fragile hope.
Kael's gaze hardened. "We must be ready for both war and betrayal."
The game had truly begun.