Г‰xodo: La Гєltima Marea (2027)

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.

"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 Г‰xodo: La Гєltima marea

As they detached from the Cathedral, the "Last Tide" hit. It wasn't a wave, but a heavy, surging pulse of the deep. The ship groaned, metal screaming against metal, as the current dragged them toward the Open Void—the vast expanse where no land remained. A New Horizon Elías stood on the balcony of the Sunken

Days bled into weeks of gray mist and endless blue. Resources grew thin, and hope began to sink like a stone. One night, while Elías watched the bioluminescent glow of the waves, the water changed color. It wasn't the deep black of the abyss, but a pale, milky turquoise. "Birds," Mara whispered, pointing toward the North. "The Ark is ready," a voice called from