Synopsis

The air crackled with anticipation, thick with the scent of ozone and ancient dust. In Efzahan’s heart, the assembled forces – warriors, mages, and creatures born of shadow and light – held their breath. A palpable tension hummed, a prelude to the storm about to break. The final battle had begun. The ground trembled as the first clash echoed across the plains. Steel met steel, magic flared in blinding bursts, and roars of defiance mingled with the cries of the wounded. From the ranks of the