The sky tore itself apart.
Two suns, one silver-gold, one black-gold, hovered over the broken continents.
The oceans boiled; forests rotted in moments; mountains floated like shattered memories.
The world itself had become a battlefield
and the first shot of war echoed across the heavens.
The Call to Arms
In the Wild Fortress, Arka stood before the council.
Generals, beastlords, and mages trembled, yet looked to him for guidance.
"We cannot fight the False Star with brute force," Liora said, her voice steady despite exhaustion.
"Kael has the fragment of the First Beast's spine. He can bend reality to his will."
Arka nodded.
"Then we'll use strategy, not strength. Every fragment we control is a shield and a weapon.
Today, the True Star rises not alone, but with every ally willing to fight."
Beasts stirred, their senses attuned to the pulse of the Twin Creations.
The wolf spirit appeared beside Arka, its form radiant.
"The world's children remember you. They will follow, but beware Kael's shadow touches them too."
Arka's eyes glowed.
"Then we fight not just for victory, but for memory itself."
The Twin Creations Align
Above the horizon, the two stars cast their light.
The False Star burned corruption into the land, turning beasts into nightmares.
The True Star's light, however, wove silver-gold threads into the air
a tapestry of hope, resilience, and ancestral power.
Ships of the Northern Alliance sailed toward the Abyssal Plains.
Beasts flew overhead, from dragons to wolves infused with cosmic energy.
Arka led the vanguard, standing tall upon the prow of the flagship Fenrir.
"We march into the heart of the war," he said.
"Every fragment Kael seeks, we must protect.
Every beast enslaved by his power, we must free.
And when the final clash comes, we will face him as one world, not divided."
The First Battle
The two forces collided in the Broken Valley.
Kael descended from the black-gold sun, the false cult behind him like a wave of molten sand.
Arka met him in the air, the wolf spirit's silver flames cutting through the corruption.
"So… we meet again," Kael said, his smile cruel.
"Do you know what it feels like to hold the original fragment?"
"I don't need to," Arka replied.
"I only need to know how to stop you."
The first clash was cataclysmic.
Mountains crumbled, rivers boiled, and the air screamed as reality bent.
Kael struck with starlight infused with corruption; Arka countered with silver-gold energy, forming shields and projectiles that cut like comets.
Beasts fought alongside humans, some roaring, some summoning ancient magic long thought extinct.
Every strike reshaped the battlefield, creating craters and floating islands in the sky.
Allies and Betrayals
In the chaos, Liora coordinated the mages, weaving protective spells that stabilized fragments of reality.
"We must bind the ley lines! Or the world will collapse around them!"
Garran and the elite wolf riders struck Kael's flanks, tearing through corrupted monsters.
Yet Kael's shadowlings beasts twisted by false light countered every attack.
Suddenly, a familiar figure emerged from the ruins a rogue beastlord who had once allied with Arka.
"You've become too strong, Sovereign," he spat.
"I follow the True Star no longer."
Arka's heart clenched, but he did not falter.
"Then I will fight you too. Because the world must live even if it means cutting through friends."
The Shattering Sky
The clash of stars grew louder, resonating like the heartbeat of the world.
Kael raised his hand, and the black-gold sun poured molten energy into the battlefield.
Arka answered by calling upon the Star Wolf Ascendant Form, silver-gold aura bursting outward like a living constellation.
Lightning, fire, and cosmic wind tore through the valley.
Mountains split, rivers evaporated, and the sky cracked open to reveal the starlit void beyond.
"Do you see now?" Kael shouted.
"The False Star is power. The True Star is fragile."
Arka gritted his teeth, aura blazing brighter.
"Power without memory is hollow.
That is why I will never falter!"
They collided again, and the force of their impact shattered the valley
turning it into a floating labyrinth of earth, light, and shattered magic.
The War Intensifies
As the dust settled, both leaders paused.
Kael smirked, blood-gold energy pulsing through his veins.
"This war is far from over, Sovereign.
Every fragment you hold only hastens the next stage."
Arka's eyes glowed brighter than ever, silver and gold entwined.
"Then I'll claim them all before you can, Kael.
And when we meet again, it will be the final battle for the world's memory, not just its existence."
The battlefield fell silent for a moment, the wind carrying whispers of beasts and humans alike.
Every living creature now knew
the War of the Twin Creations had truly begun.