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The historians of the Redia Empire would later swear the Witch Hunt had ended.
The Empire's banners fluttered proudly above rebuilt cities, their armies patrolling the borders with the confidence of victors. Redia believed it had crushed the last sparks of magical rebellion.
They were wrong.
Far beyond their maps, in the uncharted ruins past the Scortched Zone, a different kind of magic crawled back into the world-
a magic soaked not in nature or creation...
but in hatred,
in propaganda,
in ancient war-machines resurrected by arcane circuitry.
For there, a lone sorcerer-once exiled, once forgotten-had risen again.
Blackwolf, the dark wizard of old myths, had forged a new army from the ashes of forbidden technology. Mutants, twisted beasts, resurrected soldiers of the old world, and shattered remnants of fascist emblems stitched to their armor.
They marched beneath a banner not seen for thousands of years-a warped sigil of domination.
This was the birth of Blackwolf's Fourth Reich.
And the Redia Empire, unaware of the storm gathering beyond their borders, was about to face a threat unlike anything in their history.
The conflict would be named by the military archivists as:
OPERATION: TRENCH FOOT
-because once you stepped onto that battlefield,
you never returned the same.