The new world breathed.

Not with lungs or air, but with rhythm. Every living thing had fallen into harmony after the Songborn’s rise their melodies woven into the bones of the land, the rivers, and even time itself.

Yet beneath it all, something stirred.

Not discord this time. Not war.

Just… awareness.

When I touched the ground near the ruins of Iron Howl, I felt it a heartbeat deeper than the earth, older than the Huntress, older than any god we’d ever defied.

The rhythm spoke a ...