Shadow King vs Alliance.

The Calm Before the Storm

The world trembled.

For weeks, ominous signs had plagued the lands. The sun dimmed unnaturally, the winds carried whispers of despair, and the rivers ran black as if poisoned by the very essence of darkness.

Everyone knew.

The Shadow King was coming.

Jack stood atop the highest battlements of the Dwarven Fortress of Ironhold, his sharp eyes scanning the horizon. The vast war camps of the Elves and Dwarves stretched across the valley, their banners fluttering in defiance.

The Elves, clad in enchanted armor, their bows shimmering with divine energy, stood in perfect formation.

The Dwarves, with their massive war hammers and newly crafted firearms, were stationed along the fortress walls, ready to unleash destruction.

Jack's Titan Cannons loomed above them all—silent sentinels of war, their barrels glinting ominously under the blood-red sky.