The sky above the fractured horizon burned with hues no mortal eye had ever seen—crimson bleeding into violet, streaks of emerald and gold twisting like serpents through the clouds. Below, the land was a mosaic of clashing elements: jagged mountains spewing molten lava, vast oceans that shimmered with unnatural light, forests where the trees whispered secrets in the wind, and shadows that moved with a will of their own.
Kaelen stood at the edge of the shattered cliff, his cloak whipping in the turbulent air. His gaze was fixed on the glowing shard embedded in the earth below—a fragment of the Fire Realm, pulsing with raw, untamed power. It was said that whoever controlled the shards could reshape the world, but Kaelen knew better. Power like this came with a price.
He tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword, the steel cool against his palm. The Convergence had changed everything. Once, the realms had lived in balance, each guarding their secrets and strengths. But when the barriers shattered, chaos spilled out, and the world fractured into a thousand pieces.
Behind him, the distant rumble of approaching footsteps echoed through the canyon. Kaelen turned sharply, eyes narrowing. A figure emerged from the swirling mist—a woman cloaked in shimmering blue, her hair flowing like water itself.
"Kaelen," she said, voice steady but urgent. "The Council of the Six Realms has sent word. The shards are awakening faster than we feared. If we don't act soon, the balance will be lost forever."
He nodded grimly. "Then we have no time to waste. The Convergence was no accident. Someone—or something—is orchestrating this."
Together, they stared down at the glowing shard, the first spark in a war that would decide the fate of all realms.