The exodus was over. The tide had brought them to a beginning, not an end.
Elías stood on the balcony of the Sunken Cathedral, watching the water claim the third step of the grand staircase. Below him, the city of Aethelgard looked like a skeleton of glass and steel poking out of a silver mirror. For years, the Great Tide had swallowed the lowlands, then the hills, and now, finally, the peaks. Г‰xodo: La Гєltima marea
The world did not end with a bang or a whimper, but with a slow, relentless rise of salt and foam. In the horizon is no longer a promise—it is a predator. The Last Shore The exodus was over
"The Ark is ready," a voice called from the shadows of the nave. It was Mara, the lead navigator. Her skin was mapped with scars from salt-burns, and her eyes were tired from scanning stars that no longer guided anyone home. The Desperate Voyage Below him, the city of Aethelgard looked like