They march for conquest. They fight for survival. But war answers to no one.

Blood turns the ground to mud. Smoke blots out the sky. The war drums of Lysandrian echo across a world on the edge of conquest.

For generations, the Ulfgarath have raided the frontier, carving their names into legend with steel and fire. But now, the empire marches—not for retribution, but for annihilation. Trapped in the storm are those who wield power unlike any other: the Essaerists, rare magic-bearers who shape reality itself—creatures born from will, weapons forged from nothing. Some fight for Lysandrian, others for survival, all caught in the ruthless march of history.

But war is never what the stories tell you. Glory twists into ruin. Honor is a fleeting thing. And when the dust settles, only one truth remains: nothing is ever created without cost.

The invasion has begun. The old world is burning. And what rises from the ashes may never be the same.