Not a single skirmish broke out that night. The calm before the storm. But beneath the veneer of peace, the undercurrents in each camp had never been so turbulent.
Whether they were licking their wounds or grinding to get stronger, Players and natives alike could feel that the stakes of this war had shifted. The escalation had been too damn fast. Unnatural.
The breach in the northern membrane had unveiled a malevolent scourge that far outclassed their petty ideological war. For the greedy top brass waving the unification banner to hoard more land and resources, they'd first need to stay alive to enjoy their spoils.
And those territories needed to still be worth something. Without inhabitants to serve them, did this war even make sense anymore?
