The demons howl at the fierce winds. Something is beckoning them—threatening them—challenging them. They are being called. The holy knights had foiled their plans of a takeover. No, it wasn’t the knights—it was one. Only one stood between them and the city of light. Only one refused to grant passage to an era of ever lasting darkness.
Only one.
Since then, they’ve tried time and time again to retake the throne. Nothing organized, just rampant hunting… still, the one—the protector has stopped them. Still, they are forced into the darkness.
But now, they are being called. Something, a voice in the darkness, cries out. The demons gather among the shadows. They are drawn to the voice like moths to an unholy flame.
And then it happens.
Chaos—pure and utter chaos.
The demons are empowered. Their motives are reaffirmed. This city will be theirs. The throne will be taken. The world will be their footstool. No knight, be he holy, evil, or withdrawn will stand in their way. The demons will rise, and the demons will rule, and they will have chaos to thank for it. Chaos will reign supreme.
And so they spread. They spread to the four corners of the globe—the four factions of the land. None will stand in their way. All will bear witness to the dawn of this new age. Demons—born of shadows and hate, darkness and wrath, pride and fury. The black creatures travel with great fervor, laying destruction to the lands they roam. The Coast of the Light, the Forests of the Dawn, the Throne of the Darkness, infiltrating—weaving themselves into the makings of all walks of this realm, fueled by the power—the call of chaos.
The one stands before those left in his land—the holy land. Chaos or not, these creatures will not step foot into the city. This is his land, this is his domain. The light will not be overtaken by the darkness.
Neo summons his blade of the heavens and vanquishes all that pass, but still more come. They’re like a cluster of bees, all driving towards the hive. There is no order in their movement. With each one slain, two more take its place, then three, then ten. They’re multiplying. This hasn’t happened before.
Try as he might, a few make it past him, but they’re not going to the city. He doesn’t know whether to take that as a good thing or a bad thing. The fight is long and bloody, but ultimately the archangel overcomes. The city still stands, and its mystical barrier remains in check, but those demons—the ones that fled, they were going somewhere. Does this have anything to do with the two?
He cringes at the thought, but knows it to be true. Whatever evil forces at work here cannot be stopped by him alone. The other factions have to take up arms against the enemy before its too late.
Only one.
Since then, they’ve tried time and time again to retake the throne. Nothing organized, just rampant hunting… still, the one—the protector has stopped them. Still, they are forced into the darkness.
But now, they are being called. Something, a voice in the darkness, cries out. The demons gather among the shadows. They are drawn to the voice like moths to an unholy flame.
And then it happens.
Chaos—pure and utter chaos.
The demons are empowered. Their motives are reaffirmed. This city will be theirs. The throne will be taken. The world will be their footstool. No knight, be he holy, evil, or withdrawn will stand in their way. The demons will rise, and the demons will rule, and they will have chaos to thank for it. Chaos will reign supreme.
And so they spread. They spread to the four corners of the globe—the four factions of the land. None will stand in their way. All will bear witness to the dawn of this new age. Demons—born of shadows and hate, darkness and wrath, pride and fury. The black creatures travel with great fervor, laying destruction to the lands they roam. The Coast of the Light, the Forests of the Dawn, the Throne of the Darkness, infiltrating—weaving themselves into the makings of all walks of this realm, fueled by the power—the call of chaos.
The one stands before those left in his land—the holy land. Chaos or not, these creatures will not step foot into the city. This is his land, this is his domain. The light will not be overtaken by the darkness.
Neo summons his blade of the heavens and vanquishes all that pass, but still more come. They’re like a cluster of bees, all driving towards the hive. There is no order in their movement. With each one slain, two more take its place, then three, then ten. They’re multiplying. This hasn’t happened before.
Try as he might, a few make it past him, but they’re not going to the city. He doesn’t know whether to take that as a good thing or a bad thing. The fight is long and bloody, but ultimately the archangel overcomes. The city still stands, and its mystical barrier remains in check, but those demons—the ones that fled, they were going somewhere. Does this have anything to do with the two?
He cringes at the thought, but knows it to be true. Whatever evil forces at work here cannot be stopped by him alone. The other factions have to take up arms against the enemy before its too late.
