The Central Plains of the Celestial Dragon Empire, once a breathtaking, endless sea of emerald grass and gentle, rolling hills, had been entirely erased from the face of the earth. In its place lay a pulverized, unrecognizable wasteland of churned mud, shattered bedrock, and jagged craters of vitrified glass. The very geography of the region had been violently rewritten by the sheer, catastrophic force of two colliding armies and the monstrous power of their respective commanders.
The air was thick, suffocatingly heavy with the metallic tang of spilled blood, the acrid stench of burned earth, and the dense, oppressive weight of thousands of overlapping Battle Auras. The sky above was a chaotic, swirling canvas of unnatural weather—dark, bruised clouds of evaporated sea water clashed violently against towering, abrasive walls of yellow desert dust.
