The world had been calm for centuries. Generations lived in peace, oblivious to the forces that lurked in the dark corners of existence. But that peace shattered in an instant.

A tear in the very fabric of reality. A portal that devoured the light and spewed out the horrors of another realm. From it, they came. The Darklings.

The air hummed with an unnatural energy as the first wave of these abominations poured forth, their grotesque forms emerging from the black void. A Cah Parn—the commander—emerged first, towering over the rest. Its body was a horrifying mixture of flesh and mechanized limbs, its red eyes glowing like embers. As it spoke, its voice echoed in the minds of all who could hear, its words woven with the promise of annihilation.

"Thy End is now." Maniac Laugh

The sky, once blue and clear, turned ashen, as more creatures spilled from the portal. Fimros, the small and dangerous scouts, scampered across the desolate earth, their sharp claws tearing through stone as they tested the terrain. They were the least of the threat, but they showed no mercy—hunting down anything that dared to move.

In the distance, the sound of battle echoed. Fermuas, fully grown and battle-hardened, clashed with the defenders. Their bodies, now hardened by constant war, were adorned with spiked armor, and their hands crackled with arcane power. The fight was brutal, their immense strength sweeping through enemy lines like a storm.

Suddenly, a larger explosion shook the ground. A Croxao, its massive titanic body, stomped through the ruins of a nearby city, crushing buildings beneath its feet. With every step, the ground cracked and the air shuddered under its weight. It released a deafening roar, announcing its dominance.

The earth was scarred, torn asunder by the savage forces. In the midst of the battle, there was only one thought shared by the invaders: “This world will fall, just like the others.”

From within the portal, the sound of Dla Mircurmen, the hive mind of the Darklings, could be felt—its presence enveloping all in a chilling command. The invasion was far from over. It was only the beginning.