Legends say that there exists a world shrouded in mystery and sorrow, once known to its inhabitants as Arak. Once, long ago, it was a paradise of verdant jungles, teeming with vibrant life and blessed with vast bodies of water that shimmered like jewels under the sun's gentle caress. The air was thick with the sweet scent of exotic flowers, and the harmonious melodies of myriad creatures filled the air.
But the whispers of power and ambition, wielded by the battle wizards of Arak (stratomages), cast a shadow over this idyllic realm. Fueled by their insatiable hunger for supremacy, these wizards harnessed the ancient forces of mana, drawing upon its boundless energy to fuel their relentless pursuit of dominance.
In their reckless pursuit of power, the stratomages unleashed cataclysmic spells of unimaginable magnitude, siphoning the very essence of mana from the world itself. Slowly, the lush jungles withered and died, the once-mighty rivers ran dry, and the fertile lands turned to barren wastelands of shifting sands.
The mana, drained from the world, left behind a desolate expanse reminiscent of the arid deserts and harsh sands. Endless dunes stretched as far as the eye could see, scorching under the relentless gaze of the twin suns that hung high in the sky. The once-proud civilizations of Arak crumbled beneath the weight of their own hubris, leaving behind only whispers of their former glory and the giant obelisks, each graven with their ancient code: the Anemoth Nomos.
Now, the sands of Arak whisper tales of lost civilizations and forgotten magic, buried beneath layers of time and regret. The only remaining inhabitants eke out an existence amidst the harsh desert landscape, with only fading memories of a world that once thrived with life and vitality.
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