Silverwood Realm, Staghelm City.
The roar of demonic monsters tore through the dawn quiet of Staghelm City. They swarmed from the shadows, a tide of claws and fangs, their only purpose to unmake the world.
A sharp, metallic clamor echoed through the city's stone corridors. Within moments, figures launched themselves into the sky. They shifted in mid-air, their forms melting away to be replaced by massive Great-Clawed Owls. Their shrieks were a piercing counterpoint to the demonic horde's bellowing as they conjured crackling orbs of lightning in their beaks, blasting the monsters nearest the city walls. Soon, the sky was choked with a roiling canopy of black and blood-red clouds.
The war had begun.
On the battlements, druids in the form of giant stags stomped their colossal hooves, the ground trembling with each impact. A verdant aura of raw nature flowed around them.
