Will Wait Under The Sea

The Bloodburn Kingdom lay in ruins, a kingdom once known for its regal cities and elegant architecture now reeked of blood, death, and destruction. 

The air was thick with the acrid stench of burning wood and decaying flesh. Bodies littered the streets, their once vibrant forms reduced to lifeless husks, and the rivers that flowed through the kingdom were tinged crimson, carrying the despair of its people downstream.

The Umbralfiends, the proud protectors of the northern seas, had fought valiantly, their advantage in water combat nearly unmatched. But even their resilience crumbled under the relentless onslaught of the draconian forces. The waters that were their sanctuary had turned into a battlefield, and no amount of mastery over darkness and water could stop the tide of bloodshed.