Another month bled away beneath the black storm clouds of Ebonreach and the crimson banners of Voss.
As Aster's coronation ashes still swirled through the air, the vast Voss Kingdom—now stretching ten million square kilometers—began to stir.
The land itself bent to the will of its new crown.
Forests from the fallen kingdoms broke loose overnight, drifting across the continent like calm, wandering herds.
Rivers reversed their flow to feed the Voss soil, while mountains twisted and folded into jagged crimson walls that ringed the old capital like the teeth of some massive beast.
Plains smoothed into flawless parade grounds, and ruins slipped beneath the surface of new lakes that mirrored nothing but the Voss banner.
[A/N: This is also how the Old Seraphiel Kingdom ended under the Solace Kingdom.]
