DeHorizon

A great war broke out here between the Akademia and the Shaharism, both of whom wanted the city for themselves. There was no reprieve from the cruel war. In the bloodbath, the chests of the warriors clashed heavily and fell.

Away from the battlefield, the huge hepta-crest dragon lay among the ruins. Its thunderous snores hiked over the mountains with the strong wind, crossed the forest like a falling star, and finally arrived at the City of Dawn like a heavy war drum.

As if heard a supreme command, the Shaharism was aroused by the primitive bloodthirsty instincts and launched a chaotic and disorderly attack on the Akademia. The ancient spirits of life heard such foul snoring and bestowed upon the Akademia a blessing to help them resist the encroachment of filth. From sunrise to sunset, from a fierce rainstorm to the cloudless sky, the two sides fought for days. So much so that when they scattered, the inside and outside of the City of Dawn had been filled with bodies.

This world has long lost any piece of pure land.

Everything in the past was a bubble about to burst.