The world held its breath as night and day intermingled on the edge of the abyss. Elara, now forever changed by the merging of relics and the transcendent ritual at the Convergence Ridge, led her companions—Corvin, Lysander, and a small retinue of awakened guardians—into the unknown lands beyond the celestial threshold. The horizon was alight with the shifting hues of an impending dawn, yet a foreboding chill clung to the air as if the world itself trembled in anticipation of what was to come.