The moon no longer sets over the Wyrm’s March, casting Gath Tekul in an endless, silvery twilight where no beast prowls and no one dreams. Travelers speak of a radiant figure walking the fields, of villagers who hum softly beneath the moonlight, and of a peace so complete it feels unnatural. When the people of Gath Tekul send word for others to witness their “blessing,” you are called to uncover what miracle has taken hold of the March—and whether serenity can truly come without cost.