Fourth Collision.
Just when the worlds had begun to breathe again... just when hope blossomed from the ashes of chaos... celebration erupted like a long-awaited festival across all corners of the four Empires.
"Thank goodness... it's finally over."
"Arcane has protected us... Our God did not abandon us!"
The voices of men, women, and children echoed across the cities, carried by the wind, mixing with the distant ringing of bells. Relief washed over the people like a long-needed rain after a harsh drought.
Raven, Sandra, Dora, and Sera stood in their own Empire, gazing across the horizon with weary smiles.
Sera let out a shaky sigh. "Finally... no casualties. Not even a single soul lost this time."
Dora muttered to herself, "If it hadn't been for Aether's guidance... his last-minute correction of the route... we would've suffered a massive disaster" as she looked at the joined edges slowly mending and healed softly.
But just as the weight began to lift from their hearts—
