Victory fades quickly when whispers turn into warnings. As rumours of Areus’s impossible display at Winterfest spread across Toria, Santia returns not with praise, but with revelation: an underground Torian facility has been annihilated, the ARC portal stolen, and Ahstra’s forces are rising once more. The Silomir, an interdimensional artefact capable of enslaving worlds, is now in play, and its awakening is bound to the same surge of Hydroverse power that flows through Areus. Visions of ancient Kynoria burning, of children slain in plasma fire, of a bright lord consumed by merciless intent, crash into his mind as Santia makes an unthinkable request: abandon comfort, abandon glory, and join a covert mission to find and destroy the Silomir before Ahstra can cross from Korseka Prime into Númaria. The danger is no longer distant or theoretical. It is organised, advancing, and deliberate. And as the simari amulet of Ademantius ignites in Areus’s hands, projecting memories of genocide and cosmic war, one truth becomes unavoidable: the Hydroverse has chosen him, whether he accepts the call or not, and refusal will not stop what is coming.