Prophecy is failing; the dragonmarks are vanishing; the deities are silent; and the planes themselves are drifting further and further apart. Silence is settling on the world of Eberron as dangers seem to diminish, but this silence brings no peace. Everyone on every plane can feel a growing sense of unease, but surely there is nothing to fear? The Last War is over, and the nations of Khorvaire finally seem to be accepting one another.
Can the world finally know harmony? Or is this simply the lull before the storm?