Southern Region…
Several races living closest to Greyspine Range were the first to feel it.
The ground started to shake.
At first it was faint—like distant thunder rolling through stone. Then it grew heavier, more rhythmic, until it felt like the land itself was being trampled flat.
Experts from those clans rushed out to check.
And what they saw made their blood run cold.
In the distance, an endless wave of Outland Beasts was charging straight at them—eyes wild, bodies packed so tight it looked like a living tide.
Faces blanched. Minds went blank.
Then panic snapped everyone back into motion.
Alarms screamed across territory after territory. Orders were shouted. Civilians were dragged from their homes. Entire clans tried to evacuate in one frantic push.
It didn't matter.
The beast tide was too fast.
Too close.
They didn't get time.
