After the trerth invasion, people were sure that they had been wiped out by the monsters, but noone ever bothered to confirm that notion. It was an ideal place for one to be isolated fromworldly influence, if one never wanted to escape that way. The sea water would gradually turnblack when one got closer to the abandoned continent of Trerth.it served as a warning sign tothe fishermen, warning them that they had reached far enough and needed to go no furtherunless they did not value their lives.After stumbling through some sisal plants, Nelanian found himself at the shores of the island.He could not believe what he was seeing, he had to touch the sound to be sure his mind wasnot playing tricks on him. Sure enough, there was no mistaking it, the sand was black.There areno foreign influences that caused the discoloration, the sand was in its natural form.It felt like hewas stepping into a void, like darkness swallowing his feet.Nelanian Had traversed a few feet into the sandy

************************FORGOTTEN TEMPLES OF SOUTH ANGUS****************************Shinsin shouted at Melody, pointing towards the horizon dotted with archers. They seemed to have halted their attacks.“Should we bring down the spell?”“Not yet? They might be planning something else.”Melody’s arms grew tired. She had them suspended for quite some time and was beginning to feel the effects. Occasionally she would revert her attention towards the evacuating army at the west. They seemed to have had it under control, fighting of the portion of Tyndale's army that had followed them back into the woods. She was finally calm, hoping he had made it safely into the evacuation.“That’s the last of them. Let us get going before more enemies follow us!”Thomas said, collapsing a chunk of rocks he had suspended over the remaining group of assailants that were following them. They managed to push the refugees out of the forest and into an open field where the path they had followed lay.Drom wa

*******************************NORTH ANGUS***********************************On the west side of the battlefield, the refugees had managed to squeeze themselves out of the line of fire. The army had surrounded their escape to make sure no foreign hostile could reach them.“State guards! Go help him!”Thomas shouted the order to Robert and his comrades. They were hesitant for a moment, unsure of the perception of their eyes. The last time they checked their king was dead, completely dead. But after five years there he was, running towards them.“What are you waiting for! They are closing in on him, get to him before they do!”Reene was the first to advance, thumping Valmon on his shoulder and jolting his senses back into action. Robert, on the other hand, needed no wake-up call, as soon as he saw Reene take off he was hot on his trail. Salron the cowardice was the last to advance.Tyndale's army was closing in on them, fast. They noticed the small group breaking up from the larger for

**************************************FLASHBACK******************************************Tyndale asked, walking slowly towards the duo. With each step, the mud below his soles boiled. Daito twitched his eyebrows a little. The words seemed to be getting through to him“Ah yes, I get it now. They have you under a slave emblem! No wonder you are this weak, needing the help of that vile creature to fight me!”Jericho shrieked back, it seemed to understand Tyndale's words and they didn’t settle well with it. Protected by the swarm of purple embers, Ladzgery went on the offensive, charging towards the duo.“I can't, I can't hold it up anymore.”Melody’s hands dropped and the ring collapsed with it, removing the orange tint it had cast over the battlefield.“Looks like Daito might be in a bit of trouble. I'll go down and help him finish Tyndale off, you keep watch on the exit and make sure no soldier from Tyndale's army makes it past this point.”Shinsin and Kuro said, addressing Melody who

The day was still, humid, and cold. The villagers went about their everyday lives, their interests and work preoccupying them. On her way to the rice fields, was a pretty maiden. Walking down a narrow path lined with shrubs whose hard limbs protruded into the path, attempting to scrape her knees.She hopped over the branches now and then, singing a soothing tune to herself to make the trip more bearable. She was on her way to give lunch to her two brothers, who were working alongside other villagers in the rice fields. Harvest season had arrived, and they needed to harvest as much rice as possible before the rains arrived and left the field too muddy to walk on. As she walked through the lane, mud collected on the bottom of her dress.A loud implosion rocked her to the ground as she exited the road and into a gorge. She tripped and slipped, losing the bag containing the delicacies on her back. When she landed flat on her stomach, her brunette hair soaked up mud. A globe of energy emer