In the Godforsaken Land, Orion's coalition advanced with the unstoppable momentum of a righteous crusade. Their undead armies were relentless, a perfect weapon for this war. They felt no fear, no pain—only an infinite capacity for slaughter. Countless skeletons, little more than cannon fodder, clawed their way out of the corpse piles and charged the enemy lines like automatons. For the ferocious Gnasher Race, this emotionless, unyielding tide was a special kind of nightmare.
"The enemy's momentum is too strong. We cannot let this continue."
This was a war of attrition where the enemy's numbers only grew with each battle. Jynara, the matriarch of the Gnasher Race, saw the horrifying calculus of the rolling snowball and knew she had to act. She had been hesitant before, caught off guard by the sudden invasion and the lack of intelligence. But now, with the battlefield so clearly defined, a plan had formed in her mind.
