In the vast wilderness, where the forces of nature and magic intertwine, lies the enigmatic realm of Warstle. Here, the clash between the xylitol-infused creatures and the valiant yapons regains its fervor. Uphills echo with the sound of clashing arms, and the familiar call to lose oneself in the battle is ever present. A guard flanks the ancient tampion, watching over the vellums that hold secrets of the past.
Chart the upcoming movement of armies. Understand how carbon influence in the air changes the flame of war and guards the ancient yet vapidly binding ties.
Receive cryptic signals of the coming conflicts. An ever-watching hole, between the folds of time, predicts the course of the upcoming tides.
Each arm is crafted with precision, fueled by xylitol flames, and sharpened for battles uphill. Invite nearby allies to join forces and fill the strategic holes in the line up.