Ashen wastelands, barren plains, fragmented mountains, sand, stone, coal…

This is my world. and while armies march upon each other, in the clashing of magic and steel, what else will we see?

Magic did it, together with the cold and corrupted heart of the two forces that for centuries grew, larger, stronger, hungrier for power.

Im a soldier on the ground. i know nothing but my orders, i have no family, they left me to rot in the streets, because i was a burden. I have no wish, what there is to wish from wastelands of sand, stone and coal? I have no dream, plenty here doesnt, what can you dream if you have no future, and your night starry sky is in truth the enemy fire shower?

I fight so i can eat.

that is the truth.

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