There is an Elven horn blown in the distance and it is the unmistakable sound of forthcoming war. Suits of dark blue armor shine despite the setting sun at their backs. Dozens of rows of matching soldiers march in unison with flags and spears raised high above their heads.
It was a dark day in history when King Omnareon traded his life’s essence for the witch’s vengeful powers. The entire Eastern kingdom of elves began to crumble onto its people as the earth shook below them. Giant chasms opened up in the ground, swallowing buildings and elves whole. The innocent and guilty were treated the alike.
They had sent an assassin to rid him of this world, for what? Wealth, power, land? And in the end they stole his love from him, his reason for living and forfeited their own lives in the proce
