A terrifying progression.
In existence, there are good enemies, and there are horrid enemies. A good enemy is a straightforward thing.
They want your land, your resources, your head on a spike. They make their intentions clear, and they attack you. You fight, you win or you lose. It is a clean, honest, and brutal transaction.
But a horrid enemy… a horrid enemy is a different beast entirely. They are the ones who attack you while telling you they are doing it for your own good. To save you. To make sure you do not harm yourself.
They are the ones who will burn your house to the ground and then explain, with a sad, paternalistic smile, that they were simply trying to keep you warm. These types of enemies… they are absolutely the worst.
In the Early Veiled Shore.
A profound stillness had settled over the Radiant Shore. The joyous, chaotic energy of progression had given way to a quiet, focused solemnity.
