Fallen City!
After spending hours at the ancient War Ground of the Gods, King Ragnar turned to Kent. "We've seen enough for today. It's time to leave."
Kent nodded, feeling both relieved and curious. His mind still buzzed with thoughts of the War Ground, but there were other matters that required his attention.
They ascended the steps of the golden throne, and with a swift command from Kent, the throne surged into the air, heading toward the nearest teleportation point.
As they soared through the sky, passing over the desolate landscapes of the southern side of 7th realm, Ragnar turned to Kent. "There's something you must take care of before returning to the Frost Nation."
"Dead Island City. You won it from the Doom family, but you haven't set foot there since. It's time you visit the city you now rule." Ragnar said while staring at horizon.