High King Asgar has been brutally murdered in his royal chambers. With no clear heir, the realm has devolved into pure paranoia. Every region is pointing fingers, accusing neighbors of the assassination. There are no allies left to rely on. Driven by rage or conquest, every faction has mobilized to claim the empty throne by force.The world has entered an incredibly dark time, a bleak era of absolute lawlessness where life is cheap and you could die whenever from a stray arrow or rogue magic. This world feels heavy, cold, and entirely real—it is muddy, crowded, and smells of soot, open sewage, and wet livestock. Castles are dark, damp fortresses of rough-hewn stone, and cobblestone alleyways are choked with starving serfs and corrupt city guards.Now, the world must face the specialized might of each race and their grand domains: