Surrounded!

9 Realms…

The glow of magical glass orbs flickered across every corner of the 9 realms. From bustling city's to remote villages, the same grim message echoed, reverberating like a drumbeat of inevitability.

"The sworn wizards have suffered catastrophic losses. Half their army decimated. Three of their most powerful leaders have fallen in battle. They have retreated to No Man Island."

The news rippled through the streets, reaching every ear. At the marketplace of the Third Realm's capital, merchants and nobles alike paused their daily routines, leaning in to exchange whispers.

"I told you! Following Madam Clark was a foolish gamble!" exclaimed a rotund merchant, his heavy gold chains jingling as he waved his hand. "The 9 realms association always prevails."

Another merchant, his tone quieter but laced with fear, muttered, "But they were so strong! How did they lose?"