The temporary truce declared by the major factions shattered the moment the vortex appeared. It was a gentlemen's agreement in a room full of wolves, and the gates to the sheep pen had just been thrown open. The dark sea around Y'ha-nthlei became a churning chaos of aggression and greed. War cries, splintering wood, and the shriek of tortured metal filled the air as ships jostled and rammed each other, each captain desperate to gain a few feet of advantage.
