In the shadowed fields before Southcastle, an epic shield lay forgotten. Its surface bore the scars of war, a silent witness to the night's fury.

The Dystocasts surged forward, their Northern Army a tide of iron will. Among them, the shield's owner fought, undeterred by the relentless clash.

As dawn approached, the battle waned. The shield, now ownerless, rested amidst the dew and the fallen, its emblem glistening under the first light.

The shield remained, a relic of valor and sacrifice, as the Northern Army claimed victory over the Farcastles Wars, its legacy etched in history.