1 The story beforehand

The Land of Dawn possessed peace for several years after the Abyss has fallen into slumber. The skies were void of reddish darkness and the lands were of pure sight. That clash of light and darkness wrought death and sorrow among the mortals. Mighty claws from the depths wreaked havoc among the clusters of lives that fought back its painful grip.

And because peace had a glimpse of its dawn. The abyss waits for it to obtain full force and once again set foot to the land of dawn with an even mightier and devilish grin.

The divine heroes of the Land of Dawn, and the cursed warriors of the abyss shall clash once again, unhesitant of death for their chosen side.

Kings and Queens will scream their commands and the souls will be judged.

The greater force shall reap what they wanted to decimate.

But who knows that something, not evil nor angelic, shall break this chain of wars that occur in this fantasy world.

Something felt not seen and touched.

Something the mortals can only rely on.

...

"You're majesty, we have requested your presence despite the lack of time for a very important matter."

Gord kneeled as he spoke these words.

"Rise, and reveal the information." His majesty spoke as he showed a face of sincerity.

"The abyss has awaken, the moon elves are in grave danger, your majesty."

"Very well, let me consider that matter together with the magic council." The king replied.

"And another one your majesty, the hill to the far north of the magic academy is radiating immense and mysterious power. It was sensed right after we knew that the abyss has regained its consciousness."

There was no reply from the king, yet the energy of curiosity could be felt inside the throne room.

"Mine the site."