The second reflection, a world where magic all but ceased to exist; for a time.
Despite the sealing of the dark god, war continued to ravage Ithulmia; brought on at the height of political disagreements between neighboring nations regarding various restoration efforts.
So great, the kingdom itself devolved into complete and utter chaos. That was, until the political leaders throughout the continent came to a conclusion that there was someone else pulling strings behind them; the priests and mages in service to the god of light, the very ones who'd aided them in driving away the darkness.
Waging war upon their blessed protectors, overnight Ithulmia was reduced to but a smoldering wasteland; the wrath of the light revealing itself and delivering swift judgement. Those blessed by the god of light ascended as angels, leaving the ashen remains of Ithulmia behind.
For a time, magic simply ceased to exist. Yet in the thousand years since, iron, gunpowder, and steam engines have taken its place; ensuing technological reign across a new kingdom; Nothrall.
Inevitably, the sacred arts were bound to be rediscovered.
Distant descendants of those who bore connection to the light would begin to awaken their true potential upon being gifted a divine revelation, the voice of a sealed entity beckoning for "reunion."
Those granted such premonitions would find their gaze attracted to a ruined tower at the far east of Nothrall; dubbed the Tower of Beginnings.
Of course, with these awakenings it was inevitable that there would be nations seeking to exert control over those able to harness such destructive techniques. Granted, magical awakenings were not entirely unusual throughout the kingdom, for a strange substance unearthed near the ruined tower had long been circulating throughout Nothrall; coveted by underground gangs and state militaries alike.
The capital city of Alosall, situated at the very heart of Nothrall… someone has been blessed with such a revelation, awakening divine powers unlike that ever seen.