The crimson orb loomed in the sky like a red, spectating eye. Its glow reached everywhere, illuminating the heavens with a dull, bloody light.
Below, a city constructed of red stone sat atop a miraculous fountain of flowing water. The torrents surged upward from a still ocean and cascaded back down simultaneously, creating a permanent liquid platform for the architecture.
The city had once been peaceful and bright, its tall buildings seeming to poke the skies. Now, those structures were being systematically destroyed. They exploded, shattered, and crumbled into the depths. All around the city, violent portals tore through reality, and Vikings spilled out to engage in intense battle with the Aura Farmers.
Vikings fell; Aura Farmers fell.
