The Battle For Maud

The realm of Maud was unlike every other mortal realm.

Here, the sun never rose, and the world was always covered in an eternal twilight. The sky was a canvas of deep purples and blues, a silent testament to the realm's eternal night. Maud was illuminated only by the eerie glow of the twin moons and the shimmering lights of bioluminescent fungi sprouting from the gnarled trunks of colossal blackwood trees.

Obsidian mountains, jagged and towering, clawed at the sky, their silhouettes like colossal sentinels. In the distance, monolithic citadels carved from the living rock—the titanic fortresses of the troll kings—pierced the horizon, their imposing structures carved into the mountains. Their adamantine gates, etched with runes of power, shimmered with a cold, impenetrable light, each a silent promise of unyielding defense.