Silent Plain, vast and desolate.
On the hard ground grows only drought-resistant thorn grass, the wind wails, whipping up tiny dust particles.
It lies at the junction of the central and southern parts of Sel Wilderness, an ancient natural battleground of clan conflict and monster strife, burying countless corpses.
And today, it will witness a higher level confrontation.
To the north of the plain, the dark, oppressive legion stands solemn.
The warriors of the Molten Iron Tribe form a solid line.
The ogres in heavy armor, wielding Bursting Giant Axes, stand like a steel forest; the Jackal-Wolf Folk hunters with fierce gazes have their bowstrings half-drawn; the dragon descendant's scale armor reflects cold light after undergoing the first Dragon Forged Transformation, their Long Wei and killing aura mixing, soaring straight into the sky.
In the sky.
Huge dragon shadows spread their wings, casting shadows, with low dragon roars.
