Black Sky Morning

Skyborne lived apart for decades. High above the smog and soil, the Aarakocra, Tengu, and Owlins built their cities on drifting islands and cloud-cradled plateaus. They watched the world below with distant curiosity as humans waged their own wars, inventing machines to kill and machines to fly—until the war ended, and the skies remained quiet. But not for long. On August 6th, 1952, the silence shattered. Without warning, waves of human aircraft swarmed the skies. Bombers rained fire on peaceful islands. Paratroopers dropped into homes. Gunfire echoed where wind once ruled. In just seven days, tens of thousands lay dead. No declaration. No ultimatum. Just an unspoken alliance among human nations—and a sudden, brutal war on the skyborne. Now, the world teeters in open war. It's 1952, and the skies are alight with explosions. The skyborne scramble to unite and defend what remains, while humanity advances with terrifying speed. Ancient wings meet modern steel in a war none truly understand. Trust has fallen. Peace is broken. And the sky bleeds.