The story goes that in the magical world of Splinterlands, there were 6 kingdoms which remained in balance, harmony and tranquility where monsters of different elements (water, earth, fire, life, death and dragon) could coexist without difficulty, when looking at the different landscapes of that magical land, one could feel an immeasurable happiness which cannot be described.

Everything has a beginning and an end, and Splinterlands was no exception, the splinter of life preserved the existence of each one, water was vital to give subsistence to the earth, which in turn was of great importance and helped to maintain nature, fire gave light and heat to the inhabitants, the dragon was impartial maintained the coexistence and connection between them, death was a peculiar but necessary element to end with everything that has already completed a cycle.

The kingdoms helped each other and thus maintained the order and prosperity of that territory, as the elements needed each other to have a balance in the world they lived, due to each of their unique skills and abilities each splinters fulfilled a full function.

One day that balance was broken by dark and dark magic, which the very element of death feared. The kingdoms, not knowing where this evil came from, began to distrust each other, for this reason they decided to separate because the trust had been fractured, the different splinters thought it was the best and the world from that moment became a total chaos, and began the war between them.

The splinters had a unique individual power that they gave to their monsters each time they went to war, each element with a special gift fought in bloody battles where they stayed until they saw the last fallen warrior; each with the hope of taking total control of Splinterlands.

Centuries have passed and the 6 kingdoms are still immersed in a war that seemed to have no end. Segurated by power and greed these dark feelings did not allow them to see that they had been contaminated by the cruelty of that evil, which with all the intention of enmity, achieved the anguish in those great friends harming a friendship that was thought nothing could separate it.

As for the magical world where everything was perfect, it became cold and black, the forests are tenebrous, the water is frozen, death always stalking its prey to kill them, which became without realizing it, the servant of that dark magic that appeared.

That place had been devastated by hatred, the charisma of its inhabitants became repulsive, the kingdoms were no longer the same. The hope that everything will return as in the beginning and the happiness that reigned in that place is not impossible, considering that there was a prophecy where a hero would arrive that would gather all the splinters to undermine evil.

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