The Valora Continent was no more.
What once stood as a land of bustling cities, proud guilds, and vibrant human life was now reduced to a nightmare of ruin and silence. The sky hung low and gray, choked with ash and smoke that still rose from smoldering wreckage. The very air reeked of death—thick with the metallic stench of blood and the sickly sweet rot of corpses left unburied.
The ground was littered with the bodies of men, women, and children. Human corpses sprawled everywhere, their lifeless eyes staring blankly into the void. Limbs torn apart, torsos shredded, bones cracked open—blood and entrails painted the earth in grotesque shades of red and black. Some clutched broken weapons, their hands still stiff in death, as if refusing to let go of their final act of defiance.
