Endless trial

A once proud and skillful leader, Leomord conquered not only lands but the people of those lands as well. He fought with the mighty Minotaur and won by himself. He led his men to countless crusade, finishing every evil they may encounter. Even the legendary turtle couldn't stop his ambition. His leadership is so straightforward that it reached the other planes of existence. And from that another challenger heard this ever-victorious army, Argus, a general restless to wreak havoc from the under-realm, sought to know what is defeat. With his army of undead crawling out from hell, Argus led his undead men towards the lands where Leomord previously acquired. Slaughtering as many lives as their blades may find, they turned each kill into one of them, rotting and mindless soldiers capable of what humans cannot. An injured soldier together with some civilians came running towards the capital city where Leomord's base lies and told their leader about these unsightful enemies. Hearding about the situation, Leomord and his men did not hesitate to respond and hurried to stop the unnatural force. And when the noble army finally arrived, they did not expect to see how horrifying things gone, let alone the enemies standing from the other side, looking at them visciously. Leomord's men quickly embue their weapons with magic as their ultimate card from their previous wars, seeking to finish these unknown creatures spreading terror. And one by one, warriors from both side fell, with their leaders charging in front. With Argus leading the body count, he fearlessly activated his Ultimate form and spontaneously appeared behind the righteous commander. Magic against hell rose, as their men watch with amazement how the two fought each other fiercely. Leomord's fate seemed to be over when he fell from Argus' sword when his steed aided him again to battle. It's been along time since he rode on his magical companion only in times of hardship and despair. Unfortunately, Argus died, together with Leomord and his horse. As the battle ceased slowly, the sword of the former undead leader started to glow, demanding a worthy creature to hold its peculiar power. The weapon darted so fast towards the fallen Leomord's hands, giving him another life. Leomord did not expect it and amazed by his newly acquired power. Resurecting his steed as well, Leomord vowed to use this power for good and so he plunged into the under world and ruled the undead for it might be better for a righteous leader to keep their insatiable thirst for war in place.