The story so far
The last villages of light
There used to be a thousand bright fields. Then, one harvest, ten shadows rose over the horizon, declaring the lands were theirs. The herds met them in the sky, and lost.
The Nightmares and their Hordes swept the lands, destroying anything and anyone that would not bow. Now the world is theirs, dark from horizon to horizon.
But not all of it. In the corners of the world, holding the line, the resistance held strong. This is the story of one of the last villages of light: one field, one road, and one village at the end of it, where the corn still glows. Ten Nightmare gods want that light, and not one of them will share.
Will you join the fight, or push for control? The future of this world is in your hands, as the orchestrator. Choose a side. The battle awaits.