It has been a long time since they came. They tore through our skies, leaving tattered, gaping places where the world would never be the same. For centuries, we lived in fear of their return. We huddled together in the dark, and we forgot who we were. Our King abandoned us, leaving only an empty throne.

Now, none who live remember the Tsaark, only the indelible mark they left upon our land and our people. But even that has become our gift.

We have harnessed their Art.

We are ready to rebuild.

A Post-Apocalyptic Fantasy

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