The stench of blood and smoke is thick in the air. The sky, which was once a visual serenade of bright blue and fluffy white is now drenched with death, destruction, and sorrow. 

Idia falls on her back and feels the pain vibrate through her body, the taste of copper filling her mouth. Barely being able to move, she tries to crawl away from the street, where people are running helter-skelter in terror.

The Avalonian High Elves are invading Andradia and no one knows why.