*Capital Ignitium, Ignistar*
Ignistar, the jewel of the Fire Clan, was now nothing but desolation and chaos. The once lively and festive city was now charred, littered with corpses and ashes. Acrid plumes of smoke rose from the smoldering ruins of the villages, darkening the sky with their opaque veil. The air was filled with the stench of sulfur and burnt flesh.
The crazed screams of the cultists pierced the deathly silence. They surged like a black tide, brandishing their weapons. Their murderous frenzy knew no bounds. Nothing seemed to be able to stop them.
Lurking in the shadows of this apocalyptic scene, liches accompanied them. Their eyes glowed with a purple light as they used their necromantic powers to reanimate the corpses. Under their skeletal hands, mutilated and charred bodies rose again in a rattle of bones, forming a macabre army of skeletons animated by necromantic energy.
