Uncle Ragnar's Plea

No Man Island…

The atmosphere in Madam Clark's war chamber was thick with tension. The commanders of the Sworn Wizards factions were gathered, their faces drawn and weary from the endless conflicts across the Seventh Realm. 

The map of the nations lay before them, dotted with markers representing the territories under their control. It was clear they occupied a lot of nations, but their army got thinned.

The heavy wooden doors creaked open, and King Ragnar, the ruler of the Frost Nation and uncle to Kent, strode in, his face pale with worry. 

"Sister," Ragnar began, his voice a mixture of desperation and urgency. "My brother Ryon has targeted the Frost Nation. The army of the Nine Realms Association—eight million strong—is marching against my land. In one day, they will reach my borders. Please, you must take action."