Emerald Dream Realm: Chaos Continent.
The City of Emeric.
Named after its Lord and perched upon a vast, rolling plain, the ancient stronghold was now a slaughterhouse.
The bluestone walls, which had stood for centuries, lay in ruins. The gates were shattered. Through the breach poured a tide of silver-eyed warriors, their weapons flashing as they cut down the defenders in a frenzy of bloodlust.
A massive ravine, gouged into the earth outside the city gates, stood as a silent testament to the cataclysmic battle that had already taken place. The complex protective runes etched into the stonework were dull and lifeless. The city had fallen.
Yet, even amidst the ruins, the war was not over. Above the burning city, the sky was still a battlefield for the gods of this realm.
"You moron! Can't you see the board?"
