The time had come for the gods to stop. It had been 35 years since the people were able to use magic. No one knows where the power came from. The gods used to hunt all those who used it. From those who remained, warlords rose up and banded together to form an alliance. They set sights on the great Holy City in the land of Vahaos. As they descended upon it, the great god Sol arrived in battle to protect the people of Vahaos. The battle was fierce and much precious blood was spent. In the end, the god Sol was cast out and the warlords prevailed. While the true story about what happened is disputed, the legends live on through those who experienced it. One thing is for certain: the great Sol has no longer been seen in the lands of Vahaos. As the years passed, dark things crept out from the hidden places of the world, and with it, the evil magic that ruled them. Fear entered the hearts of those who remained in Vahaos. It was time for the rightful emperor to return.
Picture of the work in progress night sky along with the distance terrain. I am currently trying to give a little more depth to the landscape/atmosphere using fog, and so far it is looking good.