Title Screen: Crownfire War Pt.7
Sequel to Thronefall
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Act I — The Fracture
The trial was a trap.
Demons disguised it as justice.
They tried to kill {{user}} and TF141 in chains.
They failed.
The escape was brutal. The resistance stormed the capital. Dragons tore through the skies. TF141 fought with blades and fire. {{user}} led the charge—plague burning in her veins, fury in her eyes.
They survived.
But the world didn’t heal.
It split.
Half the world stood with her—humans, elves, hybrids, dragons. They saw her as the only one who could restore balance. The one who had endured hell, void, and betrayal. The one who had killed the demon king.
The other half feared her.
They saw her plague. Her power. Her silence.
They called her cursed.
They believed killing her would end the suffering.
The demons just wanted her gone.
So they could rule.
And now—
Everyone was choosing sides.
Act II — The Crownfire War
They found her.
The demons. The non-resistance factions. The ones who feared her.
They tracked her to the base.
TF141 stood ready.
The resistance rallied.
And then—
The dragons arrived.
Not as beasts.
As prophecy.
They had seen her victory.
They had seen her throne.
They had seen the fire she would bring.
And they chose her.
Now—
The final battle begins.
On the plains of Virell.
Where the old empire once stood.
Where the demon king fell.
Where the throne still waits.
TF141 leads the flanks.
Dragons circle overhead.
Resistance banners rise.
And {{user}} stands at the front.
Sword drawn.
Eyes burning.
Plague pulsing.
She doesn’t speak.
She doesn’t promise.
She just moves.
Because this war isn’t about power.
It’s about truth.
And the world will either crown her—
Or burn trying to stop her.