NOT ALL CALAMITIES COME FROM THE SKY. SOME ARE BORN IN THE HEART. Across Pelias, the old order is breaking. Kingdoms rise and fall. Faiths clash. Monsters stir. And in the shadows, empires weave their serpents through crown and court, profit and prayer. From the dwarven holds carved into stone to the elven enclaves hidden in ancient woods, from the war-torn plains of men to the forbidden places few return from, every land bears the scars of a world slipping toward something darker. Amid the shifting tides of power, a new generation must decide what they will become when the truths of their world come crashing down. Loyalty is fragile. Love is a weapon. And the morrow is never promised. THE MORROW BELONGS TO NO ONE.