The jagged obsidian cliffs of the Pearl Kingdom stood as an imposing, impenetrable fortress against the crashing waves of the eastern ocean. The morning air was remarkably crisp, carrying the sharp, invigorating scent of sea salt and crushed pine. It was a picturesque, deeply tranquil scene that completely belied the apocalyptic tension vibrating just beneath the surface of the rocky plateau. The allied armies had successfully secured their southern borders against the fractured remnants of the Amber Kingdom, but every single mind stationed upon the eastern coast knew that the true war was only just beginning.
