In a realm far away, hidden for thousands of years by dark magic and protective spells, stood a fortress completely alone on a hill. Surrounding the hill on all sides were dark and violent waves. The waves crashed roughly against the hill, slamming into the towers of the fortress. Residing in the ocean were some of the world’s most dangerous creatures, both known and mythical alike. All of these creatures fed on the evil and dark magic seeping from the fortress, making them angry and ready to kill.
Inside the dark and drafty fortress sat a man. He sat alone on his throne made of stone, like they were made in his time. The man rejected all of the luxuries and advances the humans had made over time. It disgusted him to see how reliant both men and magical alike now
