Prologue

The doors shook as a loud jarring sound echoed throughout the room; voices could be heard on the other side as the doors groaned, threatening to be broken. A gush of cold wind entered as bars of sunlight cast through the ceiling ridden with holes.

A blue velvet carpet trailed from the doors made of iron and stretched all the way towards the elevated throne. The iron doors blasted open as a rotten plank of wood split apart. A group of men slowly entered the room with raised weapons and vigilance. They're welcomed by a room littered with rubble: broken and torn banners, walls abused with scratches, and the towering pillars that once held the roofs with ease.

A figure could be seen sitting on top of a dark iron throne as it holds still like a statue, seemingly devoid of life. The men slowly walked towards the throne with concerned faces as they tightly gripped their weapons and prepares for the unforeseen. A huge gush of wind enters through the doors without notice as it engulfed the men, rendering them immobile for a hair's breadth of time as they braced themselves from the strong force of the wind.

The figure on the iron throne came to life as its eyes glowed in azure, the trespassers were alerted and raised their guards as they wait for the next act of the unknown. The figure stood up as it observed the newcomers while the hair which covered its face split apart as a bar of sunlight shined on its face, revealing a beautiful woman with pale lips and a skin deprived of life as its rosy vibrance is nowhere to be seen. She stared intently at the men, scrutinizing their very being as her eyes gazed through their soul. "Who are you all?"

The men did not reply, as they prepared themselves for any unexpected attack. The woman waited for an answer but there was only silence, she descended the elevated throne as she went closer to the trespassers, she stopped as a man suddenly lunged towards her as he swung his sword, aiming to cut her apart.

She deftly blocked the slash with her vambraces as the man got gobsmacked as his strike was rendered futile, she immediately took hold of the man's sword arm as she dismantled him and kicked him away towards his companions. She raised the steel sword that she borrowed from the man that attacked her and pointed it towards the band of trespassers. "You all… will not witness another day."

The woman swiftly dashed towards the men as she brandished her weapon which glowed with a blue hue, a man suddenly stepped forward and received her strike head-on, shattering his broadsword as a bright blue slash split his head apart.

Two of the remaining four men charged at her at both sides, intending to flank her position as they attacked. She lunged towards the man at her left and blocked his strike, she then circled around him and took hold of his shoulders as she used him as a shield for an incoming thrust. A spear dug into the man's chest as he gripped it and looked at the person in front of him with shock. The woman then stepped to the side and swung her weapon towards the man holding the spear, the man's arms were then sliced apart and he screamed in pain as they fell on the ground.

The woman approached the screaming man and held his skull as she placed her weapon below his jaw and slit his neck, blood spurted like a fountain as the man fell on the ground with terror-filled eyes. She then blitzed towards the remaining trespassers and sliced their chests open, sending deep cuts that managed to tear their hearts as they fell on the ground lifelessly without a chance to retaliate.

The woman then turned around as she heard the pained groans of a man, she saw that the man who she used as a shield hasn't departed to the afterlife. She walked to the man and pulled the spear that was lodged in his chest as she kicked him down, she then used the spear and embedded it in his skull, guiding him to hell.

The woman threw away her weapon as she walks towards the throne, there on the side of the throne is a sword emitting a frosty aura as it beckons for her. She then raised her sword arm and calls for the sword embedded in the floor, the sword glowed and flew to her as she received it with her hand.

She went towards the door entrance and walked outside the throne room as she observes her dilapidated castle. While exploring her broken home, she comes across the corpse of a man wearing white plated armor, the corpse lays down on the ground while still gripping its sword and shield which gave him honor as he perished in battle. The woman went closer to the corpse and placed the tip of her sword on his skull. "Rise."

The sword glowed blue and enveloped the corpse with its hue, the corpse's eyes glowed and it stood up from its long slumber. The woman then gestured for the risen man to follow him. Upon exploring the castle filled with corpses, they then went outside and are met by a pale sky as flakes of snow fell down and painted the lands white.

The castle walls were broken, as they seem to have fallen long ago. The woman walked towards the clearing of the castle with the risen man in tow, she stayed still in the middle as she observed her surroundings, filled with the corpses of men and hideous creatures. The woman holds her sword with both hands as it glowed brighter every passing time seemingly being fed with unimaginable power. She forcefully sent the sword in the ground as it penetrated the snow-filled dirt. The white that surrounded her flew away from the shockwave of the strike as the sword glimmered while releasing an unknown force.

Suddenly, countless corpses of dead men stood up from the ground one by one as they answer the call of their ruler. The woman looks up at the sky as a group of mounted griffin riders flew passed the castle with their reanimated mounts. The woman's eyes followed the riders as they flew, she then retrieved her gaze from them and faced her risen army. "The time has come."

Midrealm, the world as we know it has always been in a state of war, the conflicts never ended as the world���s inhabitants were constantly threatened by the invasion of demons. The world witnessed the strength of their armies as they waged war to Midrealm, kingdoms burned and brave heroes fell, the world was scarred, but not all hope was lost.

The last remaining kingdoms banded together and made a stand, an alliance made to vanquish the army of demons and send them back to where they came from. The people of Midrealm succeeded, but it was not without sacrifices. The world grieved for the dead, as countless men and women offered their lives to protect their home.

A long time has passed since the end of the calamity that had once threatened the world, the inhabitants of Midrealm lived in peace and had forgotten the horrors of the old, but the world is once again threatened as a terrible darkness has returned.