The deserts of the Sand territory were no longer a place of stillness.
A great war had ignited - a clash of two unstoppable forces:
The Dragon tribe - fierce, unyielding, their elemental powers of raw strength and fire unmatched by most.
The Bug tribe - underestimated by many, but swarming in numbers so vast, their endless infestations made them a living nightmare.
It had been a month since this war began - a war born from pride and humiliation.
It all started when the Dragon tribe, believing themselves superior, attacked the Bug tribe's stronghold - convinced the so-called "frail" Bug tribe had no right to be recognized as a true tribe.
But the Dragons had gravely miscalculated.
The Bug tribe didn't fight with strength - they fought with numbers.
A swarm of infestations - bugs pouring out from every corner, endlessly multiplying, suffocating the Dragon forces - turned the tides.
And to seal their humiliation, they took down someone the Dragons believed to be untouchable:
General Ragnar.
The very same Ragnar who had:
Single-handedly defeated the leaders of the Psychic and Thunder tribes.
Humiliated the four main heroes - Arson, Sylvia, Glacius, and Peggy - when they were once captives.
Yet, this "unbeatable" warrior was brought to his knees - his body infested with bugs, his scales crawling with swarms - stripped of his dignity.
The Bug Queen, Mystra, didn't stop there.
She broadcasted the event to the world - using a Bug Broadcast that spread like wildfire across tribes and territories.
The chilling image of Ragnar's infested, twitching form was shown for all to see - a clear message from Queen Mystra:
"This is the might of the Bug tribe."
The humiliation was too much for the Dragon King, Hax.
In response, he used his own Dragon Broadcast - his voice echoing through territories - declaring:
"The Bug tribe dares to humiliate our brother? We will burn their entire species to the ground."
He called for an all-out battle - not just to win a war but to avenge the Dragon tribe's honor.
And now, after a month of bloodshed, the legendary battle had reached its peak.
In the scorching deserts of the Sand territory - a neutral ground - King Hax and Queen Mystra stood face to face, observing the chaos.
The battlefield was like something out of a nightmare:
Dragons unleashing elemental fire and water breaths scorching the sand and flooding the lands at the same time.
Bugs swarming in endless numbers - crawling out of the ground, buzzing through the sky - blanketing entire dragons in clouds of infestation.
Roars of fire-breathing and water-blasting beasts clashing against the deafening hum of millions of wings.
The sand, once golden, was now scorched black and littered with writhing bug corpses and dragon scales.
And still, Hax and Mystra didn't move - both towering figures, their elemental auras radiating pure power.
The Sand tribe was paralyzed with fear.
Even Lord Dune himself dared not to interfere.
He observed from afar, knowing full well:
Hax's wrath could reduce the desert to molten glass.
Mystra's swarm could infest the entire Sand territory - drowning it in an unrelenting tide of insects.
The Sand tribe could do nothing but watch the two titans weigh each other's strength - because to step between them would be suicidal.
_ _ _
The war raged on - its aftershocks rippling through the Sand territory - leaving its people to wonder:
The battle between the Dragon tribe and Bug tribe raged on for days - an unrelenting clash of raw power against overwhelming numbers.
The deserts of the Sand territory became a brutal war zone.
The Dragon soldiers unleashed their blast breaths reducing anything in their path to molten ash. The heat shimmered through the air, turning parts of the sand to glass.
The Bug soldiers responded with their swarming assaults - agile and unyielding. Each bug soldier carried colonies of smaller insects hidden inside their bodies - tiny parasites that, once released, would burrow into the flesh of dragons, infesting them from within.
The sight was terrifying:
Dragons, some towering like mountains, roaring in pain as their scales writhed - bugs crawling beneath the surface of their skin - trying to fight off the infestation by using their elemental strength.
Bug warriors moving with inhuman speed - darting through the air, avoiding fiery blasts - and the moment a dragon showed a weakness, they'd pounce, releasing their insect hordes into the dragon's wounds.
The battle was an endless cycle:
Strength against numbers.
Neither side willing to back down.
The desert itself seemed to scream in agony - large portions of sand blackened from dragon fire, while others were crawling with bugs like a living carpet.
And the worst part - the damages spread to the nearby districts.
Sand tribe civilians, though neutral, were caught in the crossfire.
Lord Dune had no choice but to step in - not to fight, but to protect his people.
Using his elemental sand powers, Dune worked tirelessly:
Raising massive sand barriers to shield the districts from stray dragon blasts.
Summoning powerful sandstorms to blow away bug swarms drifting too close to the towns.
Reinforcing homes with thick layers of hardened sand, making them less vulnerable to elemental attacks.
The Sand tribe watched helplessly:
Some citizens panicked, fearing that if the battle drew any closer, they'd be wiped out entirely.
Others whispered about Dune's struggle - the once unyielding leader now forced into the role of a guardian, unable to stop the war itself.
Even Dune knew - he couldn't keep this up forever.
He was strong - a master of his element Sand- but even his power couldn't stop the aftermath of two unstoppable tribes clashing.
As the battle raged, the Sand tribe could only hope that either Hax or Mystra would yield - because if they didn't, their territory might not survive the storm.
The humiliation was too much for the Dragon King, Hax.
In response, he used his own Dragon Broadcast - his voice echoing through territories - declaring:
"The Bug tribe dares to humiliate our brother? We will burn their entire species to the ground."
He called for an all-out battle - not just to win a war but to avenge the Dragon tribe's honor.
And now, after a month of bloodshed, the legendary battle had reached its peak.
In the scorching deserts of the Sand territory - a neutral ground - King Hax and Queen Mystra stood face to face, observing the chaos.
The battlefield was like something out of a nightmare:
Dragons unleashing elemental fire and water breaths scorching the sand and flooding the lands at the same time.
Bugs swarming in endless numbers - crawling out of the ground, buzzing through the sky - blanketing entire dragons in clouds of infestation.
Roars of fire-breathing and water-blasting beasts clashing against the deafening hum of millions of wings.
The sand, once golden, was now scorched black and littered with writhing bug corpses and dragon scales.
And still, Hax and Mystra didn't move - both towering figures, their elemental auras radiating pure power.
The Sand tribe was paralyzed with fear.
Even Lord Dune himself dared not to interfere.
He observed from afar, knowing full well:
Hax's wrath could reduce the desert to molten glass.
Mystra's swarm could infest the entire Sand territory - drowning it in an unrelenting tide of insects.
The Sand tribe could do nothing but watch the two titans weigh each other's strength - because to step between them would be suicidal.
_ _ _
The war raged on - its aftershocks rippling through the Sand territory - leaving its people to wonder:
The battle between the Dragon tribe and Bug tribe raged on for days - an unrelenting clash of raw power against overwhelming numbers.
The deserts of the Sand territory became a brutal war zone.
The Dragon soldiers unleashed their blast breaths reducing anything in their path to molten ash. The heat shimmered through the air, turning parts of the sand to glass.
The Bug soldiers responded with their swarming assaults - agile and unyielding. Each bug soldier carried colonies of smaller insects hidden inside their bodies - tiny parasites that, once released, would burrow into the flesh of dragons, infesting them from within.
The sight was terrifying:
Dragons, some towering like mountains, roaring in pain as their scales writhed - bugs crawling beneath the surface of their skin - trying to fight off the infestation by using their elemental strength.
Bug warriors moving with inhuman speed - darting through the air, avoiding fiery blasts - and the moment a dragon showed a weakness, they'd pounce, releasing their insect hordes into the dragon's wounds.
The battle was an endless cycle:
Strength against numbers.
Neither side willing to back down.
The desert itself seemed to scream in agony - large portions of sand blackened from dragon fire, while others were crawling with bugs like a living carpet.
And the worst part - the damages spread to the nearby districts.
Sand tribe civilians, though neutral, were caught in the crossfire.
Lord Dune had no choice but to step in - not to fight, but to protect his people.
Using his elemental sand powers, Dune worked tirelessly:
Raising massive sand barriers to shield the districts from stray dragon blasts.
Summoning powerful sandstorms to blow away bug swarms drifting too close to the towns.
Reinforcing homes with thick layers of hardened sand, making them less vulnerable to elemental attacks.
The Sand tribe watched helplessly:
Some citizens panicked, fearing that if the battle drew any closer, they'd be wiped out entirely.
Others whispered about Dune's struggle - the once unyielding leader now forced into the role of a guardian, unable to stop the war itself.
Even Dune knew - he couldn't keep this up forever.
He was strong - a master of his element Sand- but even his power couldn't stop the aftermath of two unstoppable tribes clashing.
As the battle raged, the Sand tribe could only hope that either Hax or Mystra would yield - because if they didn't, their territory might not survive the storm.