Howls of thunder and wind engulf the world you know as Britannia. Rivers of magma flow through a broken landscape as if the earth bleeds a fiery blood, and the sky churns in a cauldron of scarlet clouds. Yet here, isolated upon a promontory thousands of feet above the wasteland, you can do nothing but stare at the mountain before you. No, not a mountain; a monument erected to the conqueror of this land, Britannia's new Guardian.
You begin to search for a way off the pinnacle on which you stand, but then the earth tremors. Thunder cracks. . .
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