The Golden Age was fundamentally changing the baseline reality of the physical world. For the first decade, the mortal population had focused entirely on agricultural survival and rebuilding their war-torn cities. But with the perimeter secured by the Vanguard and the void stabilized by the shadows, the mortals were no longer just surviving.
They were beginning to invent.
Duke Alaric of Ironclad sent a formal, urgent invitation to the Warlord's Council. He requested their immediate presence in the Capital's expanded industrial district to witness the dawn of a new era.
The pantheon arrived on a crisp autumn morning. Valeria, wearing her dark commanding coat, walked alongside Kael and Ignis. Orion and Elara flanked them, while Zenith, carrying his heavy celestial steel Logic Rod, walked with the precise, measured steps of a seated Council member.
Duke Alaric led them into a massive, soot-stained ironwood warehouse.
