The horizon burned with an unnatural crimson hue as the night sky erupted in fiery streaks. Massive fireballs rained down, streaking through the heavens like meteors. Each one struck with terrifying precision, igniting forests, villages, and farmlands in its wake. The screams of those caught in the fiery deluge echoed across the lands, a harrowing prelude to the second plague.
In the throne room of Valoran, James and his council were in a frenzy. The reports came pouring in, each one more dire than the last. Emilia leaned over the war table, her silver hair cascading over her shoulder as she pointed to the map.
"The fires are spreading across the northern regions. Entire villages have been wiped out. If it reaches the central farmlands, our food supplies will be gone."