No man island…
The winds over No Man's Island carried an unsettling calm as the Seventh Realm's grand army arrived at its shores.
Waves crashed softly against the jagged rocks, oblivious to the thousands of soldiers who disembarked in perfect formation, their armor glinting beneath the pale sun. At the forefront rode Palace Master Dalkir, while senior commanders whispered orders through glowing communication orbs that flickered like flames.
The island stretched before them like a slumbering beast, but its borders were lined with an iridescent barrier that shimmered faintly, like oil over water. It was the barrier set by Kent.
Dalkir's eyes narrowed as he gazed at the translucent wall.
"Prepare the siege formations. Emperor Ryon's orders were clear – No Man's Island must fall under our control today." Dalkir announced.
