While the Western Continent was still reeling from the tremors of its near-erasure, the capital city of Dragonia had already become a hive of frantic activity. In the harbor, the water churned as Gracia, the Mother of the New World, shifted her weight.
RUMBLE!
Her obsidian shell broke the surface like a rising mountain range, a permanent eclipse cast over the docks.
Adonis stood in the center of the War Room, his eyes fixed on a massive holographic projection of the global map. Vexa hovered beside him, her light flickering as she processed trillions of data points.
"The structural integrity of the continental shelf is being reinforced by Gracia's ether-tendrils. She has effectively fused her own skeletal structure with the tectonic plates of the West. When she moves, the continent moves with her. We are ready to initiate the first phase of the displacement," Vexa reported.
Adonis looked at the distant, shining dot on the map that represented the Central Continent.
He said:
