The calm after the Celestial Convergence was a fragile lull—a breath held between the endless drum of the past and the uncertain beat of the future. In the days following their cosmic revelation at the Observatory of Aeons, the heirs had traversed high mountain passes and verdant valleys, each step marked by the lingering glow of the Emberheart and the resplendent light of the restored crown. Now, as they rode through a twilight realm where the land itself appeared to shudder under the weight of ancient sorrow, they sensed that the next trial awaited them in a place whispered of in forgotten lore: the Rift of Destiny.