Astrea
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"We will start a new area for the truest hero's of this world! Peace is poison! We are war!"
Astrea walks through the now desolate castle where the festival was held. The once bustling festival was now a graveyard as her and her warmongers killed everyone there. Blood paints the cobblestone and bodies hang from the statues. The treaty is broken, and a new age of war has begun.