The dragon realm was no longer the realm of order and peace it once was. Kingdom by kingdom, the Scourge spread like wildfire—no, like an unrelenting plague devouring everything in its path.
With the Light Kingdom already lost and the Light Monarch forced to flee, Zhun'Var had turned his sights on the next in line:
The Lightning Kingdom.
It was one of the few regions untouched by the corrupted elder puppets he had dispatched, simply because their numbers weren't even.
Far across the skies from the Frost Kingdom, crackling with raw storm energy, the Lightning Kingdom was built on a mountain range so high it nearly touched the clouds.
Dark clouds circled perpetually above it, bolts of lightning dancing and crashing into the ground below. Because of this harsh terrain and powerful elemental energy, the kingdom was considered the strongest in the dragon realm.
But now...
