The War of Nuvola!
At the break of dawn, the skies over Nuvola turned a sickly red! not from the rising sun, but from fire and blood. The war between the alliances UN and VNa had begun. At the heart of the region, the ground trembled as two mighty forces clashed: Mages wielding fire and frost, Archers blackening the air with arrows, Tanks crushing the earth beneath their steel, and Cavalries thundering like storms across the battlefield.
UN made the first move summoning a monstrous Giant from the depths of ancient power. It roared, swinging its colossal arms through VNa’s front lines, tearing formations apart. But VNa retaliated with equal fury, summoning a feral Bear, towering with rage, claws soaked in gore. The creatures clashed in a brutal, primal duel as mortals died beneath their shadows.
Magic scorched the skies. Arrows rained without mercy. Cavalries collided in a whirlwind of shattered bone and steel. Mages fell screaming, Tanks melted under infernos, and the land cracked from the chaos. Blood flowed like rivers. Screams drowned the wind. Then suddenly...it stopped.
Both sides, battered and bleeding, pulled back. The field lay silent. Smoke and ash choked the air. Soldiers crawled through mud, seeking comrades or gasping their last breath. The war had paused, but not ended.
Hours later, horns blared again.
The battlefield reignited. But as the tides shifted, and VNa’s forces began to falter, the unthinkable happened... the leader of VNa, retreated. With no warning, he vanished into the shadows, fleeing to the Burninglands, where he was met not with refuge, but rejection from the FA alliance. (FA is no more on the server)
Abandoned and enraged, VNa's remaining warriors stood alone, betrayed at dawn, broken by dusk. Nuvola would remember this day not for glory, but for the silence that followed the screams.
redDemon!
