The first skirmishes involving Players from both factions soon erupted. Even though over six million joined the fray, their impact barely caused a ripple.
Lily, among many others, quickly grasped the insignificance of their presence in a war of this sheer scale. Merely surviving demanded every ounce of grit they possessed.
Stripped of their magic, mental senses, artifacts, and all abilities that once rendered them extraordinary, these Players now relied mostly on their raw strength—often inferior to the natives—their wit, and their trusty Oracle Devices to make a mark on the battlefield. They felt like minnows in an expansive sea, and no matter their individual heroic deeds, they had about as much impact as a pebble cast into a vast lake.
