Sometimes I wonder...if it was a fair trade.— Von
Lush landscapes and harmonius nations once rested on this planet. However, around 100 years ago, seismic tremors rippled through the planet's core, causing the ground to convulse.
As the tremors intensified, mountains pierced through the once flourishing surface.
Entire ecosystems were disrupted, with flora and fauna forced to adapt or perish. Rivers were rerouted, and fertile lands now lay barren beneath the shadows of the newly formed huge mountain ranges. The scarcity of essential resources pushed many species to seek new havens...
Life became a struggle for survival. People faced displacement on an unprecedented scale as familiar landmarks vanished beneath the rising peaks. The stable foundations of societies crumbled, leaving communities fractured, desperate, and open to threats from monsters that previously had loomed behind walls and other protections.
Governments grappled with the colossal task of redefining their geopolitical landscapes, leading to conflicts over resources and strategic locations. Many nations fell and no new ones had the power to rise.
The air, once crisp, now carries dust and debris kicked up by the relentless seismic activity. Formerly a canvas of blue, the skies transformed into an ominous display of swirling clouds and darkened horizons. The planet's climate, already strained by geological events, now experiences extreme changes.
Amid these circumstances new magical powers were discovered, and the dragons left their remote island.
A race to tame these creatures began among the sapient inhabitants...