It is a time of wars, not only of arms but of thoughts. The gods cannot help in this this world, and no mortal has the answer as to why.
It is a time before a hero is born. The Zeme Republic seizes more and more land, while the lands of Genedal stagnate and become bureaucracies.
It is a time of strife, as these nations begin preparations. Their gears shake off rust of well-meaning as they grind forward into the conflict to form a Sovereign.