Five years later…
In the desolate border village of Dreadmoor Kingdom, near the edges of the known lands, flames devoured the night.
The village was a picture of ruin — homes caved in, livestock scattered, children’s cries echoing across the smoke-choked streets. Dark, cloaked figures moved with inhuman precision, their weapons gleaming with a sickly red sheen.
These were the infamous Dark Knights, the soldiers of the dark lord Kal. These dark knights who had stayed hidden for years since the war five hundred years ago, buried in the shadows had reemerged two years ago.
No one knew why.
There motive and target unclear, but their cruelty was unmistakable.
Tonight, they dragged screaming children towards there carrier beasts, their little faces pale with terror. The soldiers protecting the villages and the villagers who tried to resist lay broken on the ground, their blood painting the cobblestones.
Suddenly —
