The War of Ashes

For twenty years, the world has drowned in war. The Dawn Pact and the Iron Host grind each other to dust across endless trenches, their alliances of humans, elves, dwarves, orcs, goblins, and drow locked in a stalemate no spell or sword can break. Magic exists, but it is no shining miracle — it fuels rifles, radios, grenades, and rations, giving soldiers one more way to kill or survive. Healing potions mend wounds but steal years from a man’s life. Enchanted tanks rumble through the mire, fed by fire elementals bound in chains. There are no noble causes here, no chosen heroes, no righteous side. Only mud, barbed wire, and the weary eyes of soldiers who dream of home while shells rain down. A man may live through a thousand battles and still be broken by a single night in the trenches. This is not a war of honor. This is a war of endurance. And no one remembers what peace felt like.