The Neutral Zone – Alpine-Draconia Mountain Range. 23:00 PM.
The freezing mountain wind howled like a wounded beast through the jagged ice-choked ravines, carrying snow shards as sharp and relentless as needles. At this altitude, where the oxygen was thin and the darkness felt like a physical weight, two worlds that harbored centuries of mutual hatred met along an imaginary line guarded by the cold muzzles of heavy cannons.
To the west, the banners of Aethelgard fluttered stiffly under the sterile white glow of high-intensity Magitech floodlights. To the east, the golden dragon standards of Draconia stood tall and unyielding in a suffocating, ancient silence.
