The western continent stood as a sombre testament to the turmoil that had once gripped the world. It was a land forever tainted by the scars of a past conflict—a battlefield where humanity and its allies had clashed with the malevolent forces of demons and their ilk.
As the eye surveyed the landscape, remnants of the ancient struggle became evident. Crumbling ruins and dilapidated fortifications dotted the terrain, silent witnesses to the fierce battles that had unfolded in epochs long past. The very soil seemed to bear witness to the clash of swords, the echo of incantations, and the roars of monstrous entities.
The once-vibrant fields, now overgrown with wild flora, hinted at the passage of time. Nature had reclaimed its dominion, yet the scars of magical warfare lingered like ghostly imprints on the landscape. Occasional rifts in the fabric of reality, sealed but still palpable, punctuated the air with an otherworldly aura.
