As days went by, everyone started to feel the change in the atmosphere. The heavily dark cloud looming in the sky. It was a clear sign that chaos was brewing. Everyone knew that the time of war was upon them. They prepared the best they knew how, in order to protect their loved ones. It was going to be a tough time for them all. There was no way to avoid this war. Drakoen was not going to let go of his ambitions of becoming the supreme ruler of the realms.
He rallied thousands of his troops and stood before them, wielding a majestic and beckoning aura. The moment he had been waiting for had arrived. He had waited for so many years to come here. With a thousand years' delay, he thought that he would have to start from the beginning and bring together people willing to follow and serve him,
