Far away from the subterranean city of the Spires, in the forgotten reaches of the Eastern Rim, the sky turned the color of dried blood.The remote kingdom of Solaria sat nestled between jagged mountain peaks, completely cut off from the rest of the continent. For generations, Solaria had lived in quiet peace. Its people farmed the stony valleys, tended their sheep, and sang old songs about the gods of the wind. They had no great armies. They had no powerful mages. They were simple, peaceful folk who believed the world outside their high mountain pass would leave them alone.They were wrong.The ground beneath the capital city of Solaria began to tremble just after midnight. At first, the villagers thought it was a mild earthquake, a common occurrence in the rocky highlands. But the shaking didn't stop. It grew worse. The stone walls of the houses cracked. Clay pots shattered on kitchen floors. Livestock broke free from their pens, screaming in absolute primal terror, running blindly