Deep beneath the Earth Domain, nestled in ancient foundations that hadn't seen use since their creation, the bunkers rumbled with restrained breath.
Carved into the bedrock and reinforced with powerful enchantments, these structures had been constructed during the early rise of the Earth Clan—designed not as homes but as last-resort sanctuaries. For decades, they'd remained untouched, forgotten by most. But not anymore.
Now, more than 80% of the continent's civilian population huddled inside them—mothers clutching their children, elders gripping prayer beads, and families trying to stay calm as the world above trembled.
It had been Thutmose's order. When he realized the tides of battle would shift into something far more destructive, he issued the command to all lesser and intermediate clans: Evacuate the civilians. Move them into the bunkers immediately. There's no more time to debate.
And for once, no one questioned him.
