The violation of time does not go unanswered.
What began as survival becomes exposure. The world they entered is not merely ancient-it is contested. Powers long established now recognize an intrusion, and they do not mistake it for weakness.
The land is divided among many peoples, each with their own gods, laws, and claims. Empires rise where myth has hardened into rule. Faith is not symbolic. It governs borders, war, and memory itself.
Those who fled extinction find no unity waiting for them.
Their own kind is scattered into rival clans, bound by custom, suspicion, and bloodline. Names carry judgment. Allegiance is conditional. To stand among them requires proof, and proof is rarely survived.
At the center of the fracture stands one who sees what others cannot-not victory, but convergence. Every possible future narrows toward conflict. Avoidance is no longer an option. Delay only strengthens what approaches.
Beyond the forests and deserts, other powers are already moving.
They do not fear the past.
They intend to claim it.
This is not a story of arrival.
It is the account of what occurs when a scattered people must either become something unified-or be erased long before they were ever meant to exist.