The air above Eldoria was heavy with smoke and fear.
Once a symbol of human pride, innovation, and magical progress, the vast capital of the Human Territory now groaned under the weight of desperation. The skies were stained grey with the soot of distant fires, and the once pristine banners of the prestigious Pacesetters Academy now fluttered alongside tattered white flags of surrender—signals not of defeat, but of unity, calling all surviving humans to the last citadel standing.
In the grand outer gates of Eldoria, waves of refugees poured in relentlessly. Children clung to mothers, elders limped with broken canes, wounded men and women were dragged on makeshift sleds. Survivors from Arcanis, Valoria, and the scattered hamlets of the southern fringes scrambled for any space within the towering walls.
