Across the continents, the sky shuddered.
In the Kingdom of Dolarus, where deserts stretched endlessly beneath a blazing sun, the heat abruptly vanished. Flames in torches died mid-flicker, replaced by thin layers of frost creeping over stone walls. Soldiers dropped to their knees as their breath turned white.
"Winter…?" a general whispered.
"In the middle of summer?"
Far to the north, beyond even the known maps, the **Glacial Sea** roared. Icebergs that had slept for centuries cracked apart, spinning as if pulled by an unseen tide. The sea froze solid in seconds—then shattered again under a surge of impossible heat. Sailors swore they saw a pillar of blue and crimson light piercing the heavens.
In the **Arcane Conclave**, the world's greatest mages screamed as their spell circles collapsed.
Crystals exploded. Ley lines twisted. Ancient runes—older than recorded history—ignited on their own.
> "Two thrones have awakened,"
> an elder archmage said in terror.
> "This is not a war. This is a **correction**."
Scrolls long dismissed as myth rewrote themselves in burning ink:
*When Crown of Frost meets Crown of Flame,
The world shall remember its first ending.*
In the **Holy Empire of Hylos**, bells rang without being touched. Statues of forgotten gods cracked, weeping molten gold and frozen tears at once. Priests fell silent as their prayers went unanswered—or worse, **answered too loudly**.
A child pointed to the sky.
The clouds had split open.
Above the horizon, two colossal forces collided again and again—one a blizzard shaped like a crown, the other a roaring inferno spiraling like a dying sun. Each impact sent shockwaves through reality itself.
Mountains groaned. Volcanoes froze. Glaciers burned.
Even monsters felt it.
Ancient dragons stirred uneasily in their lairs, refusing to fly. Beasts of fire fled into oceans; creatures of ice burrowed deep into the earth. Instinct screamed the same message to all living things:
> *Kings are fighting.*
In hidden capitals, rulers panicked.
Some ordered armies to mobilize, believing conquest was near. Others sealed borders, praying the storm would pass. A few—those wise enough—knelt before ancient relics and begged for mercy from powers that no longer listened.
And in quiet villages, ordinary people looked to the sky in fear and awe.
Snow fell where it never had before. Ash drifted down like black rain. The air itself felt heavier, charged with a pressure that made hearts race and souls tremble.
Everyone felt it, though none could name it fully.
The world was no longer stable.
Somewhere beyond mortal sight, the Ice King and the Flame Paragon clashed again—each blow reshaping fate.
And the outside world realized a terrifying truth:
This was not a battle to rule the world.
This was a battle to decide **what kind of world would be allowed to exist**. ❄️🔥