I AM GENIUS MAGUS

The world was plunged into darkness, chaos filled the lands and darkness ruled the sky.

Trumpet echoed in the background and cavalry strode forward. Everything ended and started in that moment. The sword clashed, shields collided, spears shouting towards the enemy and head rolling into the ground.

Blood gushed down the mountains like rivers and those mountains made of bodies of dead comrades. The sky turned dark and all hope seemed to diminish.

This was the legendary war of humanity against its greatest enemy "The Zalrid". Also known as the Immortal shadow army and the king of this army was "Iziran" the strongest Dark Dragon.

Its wings were enough to cover a mountain range and its roar could be heard across the oceans. Its whole body seems made of Blackplatinum, pitch-black like an abyss and darkest night. A glance of his majestic figure was enough to make you live your worst fears and scariest nightmares. Its every step was like an earthquake and his sight was like a blade to through heart. Even an absolute monarch of evil he was an overwhelming opponent with the absolute epitome of the power of both the dragon race and shadows.

But as there is evil there is good and remember the evil can only spread forward until good slays him. The same happened in that era to oppose the evil dragon all the races in this plane of Mithaladress came together to defeat the evil dragon. Elf raised wands, beast tribe dawned their armor and the humans lead the armies. Leading the King Reinfrid, with Aranrúth the sword of destiny said to be made of the scale of Dragon God.

As the king marched forward the evil was vanquished. The immortal enemy who did not know the meaning of fear faced it for the first time. With the blessings of gods and with the will of all races combined the enemy was pushed back. Seeing this dragon became enraged and flew towards the sky. With its one breath, our soldiers died and on its path towards the king, it laid destruction.

As the dragon came face to face with the king, the dragon roared and released a breath of fire, the fire that was not bright but darker than the starless night with it he unleashed all his anger on the king. But the mighty king was not afraid and with the swing of his holy sword Aranrúth the flame was sliced into two and then the king charged towards him and fought the dragon. They battled each other furiously but in the end good won. But the price was paid the king was mortally wounded and could not live for long but until his final moments he slew the rest of the army and at the end of the war he raised his sword and said

"to all those who walk on the path of evil beware as whenever the sky will turn dark I will become light, the light of hope and tear apart the veil of all evil"

With his final words, he plunged his sword into the ground and his soul left the world.

All the races bowed towards their fallen king and their hero and with that, the world gained freedom from evil and is in peace for 3000 years till now.