Far across the sea on the western continent, Erik and his son remained blissfully unaware of the shifts altering the world. Because neither of them possessed the reality-bending might of a Paragon nor wielded anything even close to that level of power, the clash between the two major forces had completely bypassed them. They had no idea a battle of that magnitude had occurred, nor did they realize that every major power across the globe had taken notice and was now looking for more ways to grow their power.
Instead, the father and son were filled only with the quiet joy of a long, grueling mission finally drawing to a close.
Behind them, the territories of the humanity kingdom had been transformed into an eerie, silent dead zone. There was no violence, no structural ruin, but the sight was deeply unsettling to anyone who crossed the border, streets lined with the motionless, sleeping bodies of pale, cursed beings.
