The world was finally breathing.
For the first time in what felt like an eternity, the unified continent was not bracing for a war, a betrayal, or an apocalyptic mechanical invasion. The alien threat of the Masters had been permanently eradicated, their sterile metallic empire replaced by a flourishing new ecosystem. Across the five kingdoms, the ancient leylines pulsed with a deep, steady rhythm, blanketing the lands in an unprecedented and permanent era of peace.
On a sprawling, sun-drenched hillside located just a few miles outside the Emerald Capital, Princess Mana stood with her hands resting contentedly on her hips. The fearsome combat armour and glowing rapiers of the past months had been firmly packed away. Today, she wore a simple, comfortable linen dress and a wide straw hat to shield her face from the brilliant midday sun.
