The neutral Vahlrim lands had been sacred for millennia—neither Kingdom nor Republic dared defile them.
But that changed the moment LUCID dropped from the skies like angels of death.
Herzl and Grim arrived late, again—smoke rising from the holy city of Ismara. They found children crucified. Seers decapitated. And the Tree of Inn—a divine relic—blackened and defiled.
Among the ruins stood a lone survivor: a Vahlrim seer girl, no older than 11.
"He is coming," she said, voice calm, eyes shining with golden Inn. "And when he does, the skies will forget the sun."
Her name was Zira. And she claimed she had seen both the beginning and end of this war—in the same moment.