Once, there was a lake. Once, a forest. Once, a field. Once, a mountainous spire of rock. Once, a city.

No longer. The only stretch of natural vegetation and animal life on all of Terole's dusty globe was utterly laid to waste when the Drakka won the war. Now, barren desert stretches as far as the eye can see and beyond, broken only by rocky outcroppings or beetle-like Drakkan outposts, landing pads, and settlements. The four-armed monsters are adapting well to the harshly dry and hot air, the incessant winds, the dust storms, and the terrifying lack of natural water.

Let's hope those who want their planet back can adapt just as well, for otherwise, Terole herself will drink their blood and bleach their bones under a butterscotch sky.

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