V. The Age of Resurgence

Hope did not return with triumph. It returned with breath.

In the aftermath of collapse and invasion, Eldareth stood not victorious, but alive. The sky had darkened. The gods had remained distant. Magic had cracked like glass. And yet… the people endured. From scorched cities and broken coasts rose voices, hands, and dreams. The Age of Resurgence was not born of conquest—it was forged in quiet resolve.

And for the first time in a long time, the world began to heal.