The world has become an inferno. The sea is burning, the rivers are flaming, the sky is covered in dust and smoke. The heavens have darkened in grim anticipation and mourning for the dead and the dying. Instead of rain, she shed cannonballs of fire
The island of the Marthan tribe is surrounded by a great wall of fire.
There is nowhere to run to, nowhere safe anymore, no shelter to be found anywhere. Every corner of the island has danger awaiting. Like a mouse caught in the trap, unable to break free, the citizens can only clamor in vain as they try to cling to their lives. But the enemy is not here for hostages and living prisoners, they are here to declare and all-out war.
The Galdonan forces came upon them like a thief in the night, unexpectedly, and with great power. They set on fire the waters, trapping the citizens on the small island, and preventing any help from getting there. No one is coming to save them, the island is left alone to its demise.
