Human Nation.
Jambar Region.
In the distance, the thunderous roar of explosions echoed across the land. Cannon fire, the crack of flintlock muskets, and the concussive blasts of magic interwove with distant, terrified screams. The sounds of war rolled across the hillside like a coming storm.
Inside a small, worn-down cottage, a mother knelt before her three children. Her face was smudged with dirt, her eyes hollow from exhaustion, forced herself to smile.
A small boy tugged at her sleeve, his voice trembling. "Mommy… I'm scared."
She pulled him close, stroking his hair. "Hush now, my little one. Just go pack your things. We'll wait for Papa to come soon, alright?"
A little girl, clutching a worn, threadbare bear toy to her chest, looked up with wide, innocent eyes. "Mommy… where are we going?"
