Down in the muddy recovering slums of The Domain, the air hummed with a frantic and terrified energy.
The sky above them was usually a pristine azure. But now it was bruised with dark swirling cosmic clouds that threatened to collapse at any moment.
Caden Cross stood atop the crumbling remains of the Vanguard Bastion highest watchtower.
The twenty one year old protagonist was no longer just a student. He was a Divine Emperor in his own right and the unquestioned leader of the mortal armies.
His chipped runic longsword rested heavily on his shoulder. His eyes scanned the horizon where millions of newly unified Vanguard troops stood in perfect rigid formation.
They were terrified. The world was ending.
But they held their ground because Caden held his. And Caden held his because he believed in the man in the dark coat.
"Hold the line!" Caden roared. His voice amplified by wind magic and carried across the sprawling encampments.
