Unbeknownst to the world beyond, the great continent–The superpower of Dragonnerie was besieged by an army of its own deceased. In the blink of an eye, vile death force spread across the entirety of the floating continent, coating it in a mantle of dark, unwavering malevolence.
The heart of the living inhabitants skipped a bit–Not from the sheer terror of having Festering Death Force wash over them, but because their hearts truly did stop for a split moment. For a brief instant, they had been dead. They knew it. Had this death force not been funnelled to a precise objective, it very well could have provoked their demise on the spot.
What was worse was that the timing could not have been at a worse time–Or better, depending on which side you decided to view this situation from… Regardless, this was occurring precisely as no diplomat or anyone else was away from Dragonnerie.
