These were the grinding centuries—fronts that moved like glaciers, victories that could not be celebrated because the dead did not stay dead. Kleifiourh and Tueus turned the world into a field of attrition, unleashing Undeath as both weapon and warning. In response, the living learned discipline: ward-stones, sanctified boundaries, and the first real institutions of magical study—largely shaped by Krymatemoun rigor and Lloviane long memory, tempered by Varsoster stubborn practicality and Evengadul engineering. The chronicles speak less of heroes here and more of systems: supply lines, fortifications, treaties written to survive betrayal.