Twilight slowly descended, blanketing the continental sky and transforming the horizon into a terrifying blend of bruised purple and blood red. In the west, the sun appeared like a giant ball of fire sinking into a thick ocean of miasma. The poisonous fog rising from the emerald forest grew denser, creeping toward the perimeter of the Eclipse-Class Fleet's emergency base like the tentacles of some supernatural creature searching for an opening. Yet thanks to the anti-magic rune barricades installed by the Dwarves and the tireless defensive formations of thousands of undead troops, the camp area remained sterile and secure.
