A full two and a half months had passed since the majestic, heavily shielded Flying Ship of the Jade Serpent Guild had first taken to the skies, ascending from the blistering dunes of the Tagor Desert. As it hovered effortlessly near the atmospheric borderlines that separated the vast, shifting regions of the Celestial Dragon Empire, the world below had devolved into an unrecognizable theater of escalating madness.
The massive, unprecedented logistical undertaking of moving entire armies across distinct prefectures was unfolding with terrifying momentum.
