The sun beats down fiercely on Nuria, home to the Driviginian-folk. The red terrain stretches as far as the eye can see, and the red solar eclipse looming overhead makes it seem even more otherworldly. Amidst all the hustle and bustle of the city, intense battles are being fought in the streets, with the sound of clashing metal and screams of battle echoing through the air. Khaonikivyion sits on a makeshift stage, tuning their electric guitar, lost in the music they are creating.