Today, the front line of the Sagittarius Continent between the domains of Life and Death was a no-man's land stretched wide—once valleys, now ground down into blood-soaked plains where countless battles had been fought and refought.
The soil itself seemed alive, groaning with the weight of millions of corpses buried beneath it. Even a pebble was stained with crimson, and every gust of wind carried the scent of iron and ash.
On one side, behind the battlefield, loomed the Blood Domain of the Vampires—their seat of power, pulsing with ominous vitality. Crimson castles dotted the skyline, towering like monoliths, their spires weeping endless streams of blood mist. Bat-like shadows patrolled the air, spectral banners fluttering as if the night itself had been shackled to the Dead Faction's cause.
On the opposite side, the Evil Domain reborn stood transformed. Once the Fiends' infernal bastion, it had become a citadel of emerald brilliance, a fortress of the Life Faction.
