In the wee hours of the night, several sailors reported a bright neon green light flashing over the northwestern waters. Within hours, a slimy, corrosive gray film began to encroach on the shores of Samarya. Beyond and beneath it, no life could survive. Ships and boats out that fateful day never returned. In the years to come, the kingdoms of Samarya would rise and fall according to how well they could adapt to a world now half a size smaller.