The world was built the way a fortress is built: not with delicacy, but with stubborn purpose. Nature raised the bones of continents, Seas filled the basins, Strength pressed the mountains into their spines, and Forge taught stone how to stay stone. The earliest strata of Khuviora still bears the scars of these labors—smooth planes where rock should be broken, and impossible seams where minerals align like poured metal. Even now, when storms roll over the high ranges, the old shepherds say the mountains are “remembering how they were made.”