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Prologue

In the year 277 of the Age of Dawn, the once-majestic kingdom of Asten lay in ruins, swallowed by the relentless shadows of war. What had begun as a faint whisper of unrest in the empire’s distant corners, dismissed by the arrogance of the powerful, now roared like a ravenous beast, consuming three-quarters of the territory with jaws of steel and fire.

The king, once a symbol of unquestioned authority, had been deposed, a casualty of the ancient and obsolete laws that had slumbered in the dusty pages of history for centuries. In his place, a council of hardened military leaders—faces worn by battle, hands calloused by war—had taken control of what remained of the once-glorious empire.

On the fringes of the remaining territories, forward camps stood like the last bastions against the dark tide threatening to swallow everything. These fortifications, hastily constructed out of desperation, were daily battlegrounds, where the brave shed their blood to delay the inevitable. The few cities beyond these defensive lines teetered between existence and oblivion, protected only by a fragile veil of bravery and sacrifice. It was a delicate balance, upheld by the desperate courage of those who, day after day, faced horrors armed with little more than their determination and the hope that their resistance might be the final salvation for Asten.

These cities, once thriving with life and prosperity, were now mere shadows of their former selves. Streets that had once bustled with activity were now choked with refugees, and the air was thick with the bitter stench of decay. Food, once plentiful, had become an unreachable luxury for many. Hunger stalked the alleys like a patient predator, devouring not only the bodies but the very spirit of the nation.

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Those with the means had already fled, taking with them the remnants of their former lives. Entire families cast themselves into the uncertain winds, seeking refuge in neighboring kingdoms, leaving behind only empty houses and fleeting memories.

Some nearby kingdoms, perhaps driven more by fear that Asten’s fate could become their own rather than genuine compassion, had sent aid. Soldiers clad in gleaming armor, soon to be stained with the mud and blood of a dying land.

For the enemy Asten faced defied all logic and previous experience. Beasts that had once been considered little more than animals now marched with the precision of trained armies. Creatures that once fought with claws and fangs now wielded forged weapons and laid siege to cities with the cunning of seasoned strategists. It was a shift no one had foreseen, and it had cost Asten thousands of lives—far more than the already faltering kingdom could bear.

Yet, in the shadows of this ravaged land, in the hearts of those who still dared to dream, something began to stir. A whisper, as soft as the first breath of spring after a brutal winter. Change was in the air, imperceptible to most but felt by those who clung to hope with their last remaining strength.

The fate of Asten, long written in the stars as an inescapable tragedy, seemed poised to take a new turn. And as the darkness thickened, ready to deliver its final blow, a spark of light began to flicker—promising that, perhaps, just perhaps, dawn might still break for the fallen kingdom.

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