The First Team

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the air carried an unnatural stillness-a silence before the storm. And then, like a rolling tide, the sound came.

Drums. Deep, thunderous, and unrelenting.

From the northern mountains, Xal'dar's army descended. Thousands. A tide of orcs, dwarves, minotaurs, twisted elves, wraiths, and other twisted creations of Xal'dar's will, all surging forward with ferocity.

At the helm of the army rode Commander Rhea, clad in obsidian armor. Her white hair billowed behind her, and in her hand, she carried a jagged spear pulsing with chaos energy. She had spent months preparing for this moment with Xal'dar's forces, waiting for the perfect time to strike.

Now, the war had come to celestial guardians' doorstep.