Drip Drip...
A pool of blood was rapidly spreading across the vast plains, with the body of a recently killed human lying at the centre of it. It was a male, and his hands were clenched into claws which dug a hand print on the earth.
Before the man stood a black haired elf wearing a long overcoat. His glowing black eyes were fierce while his gaze was sharp as it swept across the entire area. The elf then proceeded to lift it's sword into the air and let out a cry of victory.
Soon after, many similar cries were heard in response as the formerly quiet and peaceful plains was invaded by the sharp cries of victory from the thousands of elves around him.
High above the plains, around a golden circular table were twelve beings, each of them radiating ancient and divine power, and the ability to bend the rules of the universe.
Twelve Divinities! Twelve beings who have the unprecedented power to control a fragment of the universe.