Lightning split the portal ripped sky, crackling with chaos magic as thunder cracked like war drums above the war-torn plains of the realm of Dae-nar. The air was thick with the stench of smoke and scorched flesh, carrying the howls of beasts and the battle-cries of warriors, both Xal'darian and Dae-narian. The realm of Dae-nar had known conflict—but never like this. Dae-nar was home to orcs, goblins, and even gnomes. But today, Dae-nar had experienced a battle unlike any other.
Dae-nar—a world full of rolling hills, kingdoms, towering cliffs, and sprawling valleys, was now a battlefield drenched in blood and fire. Smoke billowed into the bruised heavens, carrying with it the acrid stench and the screams of dying warriors mingled with the guttural growls of beasts, all creating a symphony of apocalyptic war.