In the misty dawn of a forgotten age, Ireland lay shrouded in myth and legend. The island, lush and green, was a place where magic intertwined with the everyday lives of its inhabitants. It was a land waiting to be claimed, a land where the destinies of gods and men would collide in a great struggle for supremacy.
Prologue
Eochaid mac Eirc, the High King of the Fir Bolg, stood atop a hill overlooking the plains of Mag Tuired. His eyes, deep and reflective, scanned the horizon. He knew the Tuatha Dé Danann were coming. Word had spread of their arrival—beings of great power, wielders of magic and technology far beyond the comprehension of ordinary men. The air was thick with tension, a prelude to the storm of battle that was about to break.
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