At last, you stand again upon Venterra’s eastern shore, your pack heavy with relics and stolen influence. The sea churns as if aware of what you carry - the favor of dragons, zealots, warriors, and the land itself. You have gathered the threads of godlike power.

Your ship waits beyond the surf. As sails rise and the coastline fades, you sense Venterra watching. Your leaders will celebrate your triumph, and your faction will hunger for more. But the land remembers every trespass. When you return - and you will - Venterra may not welcome you so quietly.