7th Realm… No man Island…
The sky above the land of No Man Island churned with stormy clouds as if foretelling the storm of battle to come.
The infamous magical barrier set up by Kent, that had kept intruders at bay shimmered faintly, an unbroken dome of mystic energy that mocked the armies gathered on the horizon.
On the deck of the largest warship, Jason Mama, the head of the 9 Realms Association, stood at the bow. His imposing figure cut a commanding silhouette against the dull gray sky, his ornate battle robe fluttering in the wind.
Beside him, Ryon Lionheart, the Emperor of the 7th Realm, stood with his arms crossed, his golden armor gleaming even in the dim light. His expression was hard and unyielding, his frustration barely masked.
