For centuries, the world had been split by the Divided Skies, a colossal canyon carved not by nature, but by an ancient magic no one fully understood. On the western plateau lived the Khrome Federation, a society of scholars and engineers powered by technology that glowed like the radiant future. To the east lay the Moon Dominion, people who embraced shadowcraft, weaving darkness into tools, weapons, and illusions. The two factions weren’t always enemies. Once, they had shared knowledge, traded goods, and even held festivals together above the divide. But as resources dwindled and suspicions grew, whispers hardened into accusations, and accusations sharpened into blades.