In a remote corner of the realm, a group of survivors had established a modest outpost. For ten long years, a small metallic cube had dictated their technological and spiritual advancement—the beacon seed of Crul, sent alongside the survivors of Royal before the apocalyptic collapse that forced them to flee while Ethan sacrificed himself to buy them time.
For a decade, Royal had maintained its structure, waiting for Ethan to reach them. But as time passed, reality forced them to adapt. They could not wait in passive silence forever, forcing them to forge local alliances and expand beyond their borders.
Now, however, they faced a desperate plight.
