The Sanctum of Solaris was a city in ruins.
The outer districts still smoldered from the brief and chaotic Void Beast invasion triggered by the Eclipse Convergence.
The Grand Cathedral's golden dome had entirely collapsed inward. But the massive white marble walls of the central palace remained standing!
They were untouched by the planar breach.
Inside the Royal War Room, the atmosphere was thick with panic, desperation, and the smell of expensive wine.
King Carlos sat on his wyrmwood throne. The frail monarch looked decades older than he had just a few days ago.
The heavy gold crown seemed to crush his skull. He clutched a trembling silver goblet, his eyes fixed on the massive glowing magical map covering the center table.
The map did not show a static kingdom. It showed a massive jagged black shape moving slowly across the northern continent.
Zephyria.
"It is moving south, Your Majesty," a terrified scrying mage reported.
His hands shook over the crystal controls.
