Autumn returned to the Shadowfall Valley, coating the high pine forests in a rich tapestry of amber and deep crimson.
Standing on the high parapet of the Envoy Tower, I looked out over the thriving expanse of the lower valley. The Continental Health Summit had concluded weeks ago, but its legacy was already taking root. Delegations had returned to their respective territories equipped with standardized medical manuals, thermal containment runes, and supply chains for Star-Lotus extracts. The Neutral Alliance now represented an unbroken wall of security across thirty-six sovereign regions.
I pulled my velvet cloak closer against the crisp mountain wind, turning as footsteps echoed along the flagstones.
Lord Malakor approached, holding a silver tray with the morning diplomatic dispatches
