Attention, citizens of Druecia.
Welcome back, loyal subjects. Today, we bring you a heartfelt story from the great city of Cornhall, where—
—static crackles, the signal fractures—
All Druecians. All Nyvarans.
If you are hearing this, then our reach is already proven.
We feel your fear.
We know what you are planning.
And no matter the outcome… you have already lost.
Believers across the realm have awakened. From hidden alleys to high citadels, from quiet villages to thrones wrapped in gold, Cattivus Will endures. Whether the Ashen Maw stands or falls, our will survives beyond stone and steel.
We have carved ourselves into every nook and cranny of your world.
Your empires are mapped.
Your secrets are known.
Your defenses are already obsolete.
This is not a warning.
This is a verdict.
We will continue our attacks.
Druecia. Nyvara. Valconia. None of you are beyond our reach.
The gods have returned.
They will propel us into a truer future.
But first… the defiers must be erased.
Your crowns will fall.
Your banners will burn.
And your faith will be rewritten in ash and fire.
—signal abruptly cuts to silence—