Far away from the dark stillness of the Blackroot Forest, chaos ruled another part of the continent.
A city burned beneath the midday sun. Towers crumbled, streets ran red with blood, and the air was thick with smoke and ash. The cries of the dying mixed with the clash of steel and the roar of flames that swallowed homes and markets alike.
At the heart of the chaos, a brilliant light burned, so bright it was almost blinding. A fire like the sun itself raged across the battlefield, each burst of flame sending shockwaves through the ruins.
Lucian stood within that inferno, his armor scorched and his sword glowing red-hot from heat. Opposite him stood Vorn, the Stormbearer, a towering Viking warrior strode forward with a grin, his fur cloak singed but his spirit unshaken. The man's muscles rippled beneath the weight of his armor, and the massive axe in his hand gleamed with killing intent.
