The Eldenfren Empire was thrown into turmoil as the sky itself seemed to tear apart, unleashing countless gates across the land. From these dark rifts emerged creatures from other worlds, bringing chaos and devastation in their wake.
Cities that had stood for centuries were now battlegrounds, their streets filled with the screams of the dying and the thunderous roars of the invaders.
"General, the East gate has been breached!" an officer barked, his face pale beneath the sweat streaming down his temples
"The North gate has been breached as well!" One of the personnel yelled while monitoring the hologram projection of the fortress at the middle of the room
Tristan, one of the Four Generals assigned to defend the Avalon Mountain Range, clenched his fists. "What about the South?" he demanded, his tone hard as steel. His eyes flickered with the cold fire of determination as he braced himself for the worst.
