A month was enough for a seed to break through the earth, and enough for a world to be completely reborn.
The Divine Kingdom of Ten Thousand Machines, Year One of Truth, early February.
For the 620 million souls on this continent, the past thirty days had brought more drastic changes than the previous century combined.
In Mage City—formerly of the Alden Kingdom, now designated as Zone One—former Viscount Andrew Fano hunched over, meticulously wiping down a public bench on the side of the street. His once-luxurious silk robes had long been confiscated, replaced by a simple gray worker's uniform.
Not far away, a Peacekeeper Golem stood silently at the intersection, the blue indicator light on its chest blinking steadily. In this new era, it served as a traffic light, a sheriff, and, most importantly... an all-knowing city hall.
A woman holding a child approached the Golem. "Lord Divine Envoy," she asked timidly, "my... my roof is leaking. Who should I go to for this?"
