The Outer Region had always been a place where life was hard and survival harder, with danger waiting in every hollow and shadow.
Sparks appeared without warning, tearing through mortal routines. Fights and wars between kingdoms pressed in until even ordinary days felt like a front line.
Conflict never ended in a small region like this; it only changed shape and moved on.
Yet the locals learned to endure. They shaped habits around threat and mapped the unknown, adapting to harsh conditions that seemed eternal. When they felt powerless, they turned to their race's Practitioners for help, and life went on.
Until today…
Deep in the forest, far from any kingdom or settlement, a small village had finally lost its fight against those conditions. Their defeat looked so brutal and gruesome.
