Aeon
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For more than four millennia the Artisans have slumbered, the Founder Gods severed from Aeon by a desperate act of cataclysmic destruction.
Now they may be awaking, reaching out to the world they almost destroyed:
The tides of magic are erratic.
Priests dream.
Shadows lengthen.
Crystals sing.
Again the sky has burned.
Can Aeon survive the return of Divine Intervention?