The clouds that drew over the Slidecrown Isle were heavy with Ghyran’s grief. They shed crystal rain in great sheets over the lakes. The war for the isle had heralded nonstop combat for weeks. Bodies were slumped in the shallows, often cut down from behind even as they tried to heal their injuries with life-giving Aqua Ghyranis.

The fires of war rage unendingly across the Slidecrown Isle. Those bent on scouring it clean topple ancient jadebarks and put resistance forces to the slaughter. Island denizens string up the bodies of their foes to feed the life-giving copses. Under cover of furious fighting, mercenaries dig through earth sodden with Aqua Ghyranis to find treasures of a civilisation long lost to time…