The wheels of time never stopped turning.
Weeks, Months, and then Years.
10 years of winds couldn't change the landscape of the continent even in the slightest.
Unaware of the impending war upon them, the people of the Realm of Abezan remained busy in their everyday lives.
Since Ember's ascension to Empyrean, things hadn't gone as people had guessed they would.
No wars were waged against anyone, nor any major conflicts that could topple kingdoms and change the alliances in the Realm.
It was as if after Ember had reached a newer realm in her cultivation, she had let go of her past, deeming it a mere triviality before the new possibilities now open for her.
But these people didn't know that one way or another, Ember was enacting her revenge on both the Humans and the Beastkin who had wronged her.
