The dreadful desert lay at the southern edge of the Voiceless Region, between Fine Grove and Purple Dune.
Both lands shared a mysterious crater shaped like a giant sword's mark, evidence of a devastating strike that had obliterated dozens of people and the very earth beneath them.
Countless warriors clashed with each other, each side driven by sheer determination to avenge their fallen brethren. Swords clashed, blood splattered, and skulls scattered, yet they fought with everything in them.
This was the Black War—a malice unleashed overnight by unknown forces. While thousands fought for survival, others schemed from the sidelines. The chaos created opportunity. Both lands were ripe for the taking.
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Halo woke to find a familiar sight: the black-and-gold striped mask hovering above him. Silver hair draped over her shoulders, white eyes gleaming through the mask's eyeholes, and she still wore the black shirt he'd given her.
