PROLOGUE
THE ELVEN WAR
Amidst the chaotic tremors of the fortress, a man of regal aura sat steadfast on his quaking throne. He had been ravaged by war, stripped of much that was dear to him, and yet, even the combined forces of the world struggled to overthrow the Parvian King Samson. Though he had lost his dominant hand to treachery, the king refused to succumb to defeat, rallying back against his foe with double the vigour.
Far from the battlefield, in the Elvish land of Clandor, The Council, a partner to the royal family in their diarchy system was facing complete annihilation as the Parvian Right Commander Xandor cut a path of destruction towards the Royal Capital of Elvish land. With each swing of his deadly blade, a member of the council fell, until the entire ruling body of the Clandorian diarchy lay in ruins at his feet. Despite the Parvians' unwavering strength against the world, another treacherous scheme was brewing, creeping up from behind to strike at the king's back. His once-loyal Left Commander shook hands with the Alliance, leading the Elven army on a march towards the castle gates.
As the Elven army marched forth, a smattering of human faces mingled among their ranks faces familiar to Samson. With a heavy heart, the Parvian King turned to face his once-friend-turned-foe, Elanor, current King of Clandor, and his wife, Queen Reina, who stood united against him in a two-on-one battle. Though defeating the knight king before them seemed nigh impossible, Samson was not whole. He had already lost his sword hand, and with it, the artefact that had shaken the world.
The sound of clashing steel reverberated across the world as the Elven king and queen fought against the one-handed knight king, their swords locked in a seemingly endless deadlock. Samson knew that his end was drawing near, but he refused to go down without taking his traitorous Left Commander with him. Even as he fought with all his might, his eyes darted about, searching for any sign of the backstabber amidst the chaos of battle. But the traitor was nowhere to be found,
With the help of reinforcement coming from the Allied Nations' side, Samson finally lost the strength to fight them off and felt the cold blade of the Karmish sword, ravaging through his chest, and tearing his soul along with his heart. Despite the agony, with all of his remaining strength, he dragged himself to Elanor, the consecutive arrow pierced his body but they failed to halt the king's final march. Upon reaching his long-time friend and enemy. He mumbled in his ears.
> When the blood soils the skies and Rain paints the land red
> The Parvian sun will rise, sending the world in Dread.
As King Samson accepted his inevitable demise, he let out a mad laughter that echoed across the battlefield. The once-mighty Parvians laid down their arms and wept at the loss of their beloved king, knowing that his death marked the end of an era. Samson had been the strongest, the most powerful ruler of his time, and with his fall, the vultures like people began to circle, eager to feast on the spoils of war.
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But as always, the man-with-a-plan had long prepared some contingencies. Concordia, a neutral organisation and his alma mater, intervened to prevent any further bloodshed, enforcing the peace treaty between Clandor and Parv and making the other countries take their hands off the defeated nation.
Parvians were not the only ones who lost someone important in this war, the rulers of Genas also lost the only supplier of the rarest resource called Sunstones. Those people secretly ravaged the nation, hiding in plain sight but the search of anxious men turned the country upside down, alerting Concordia to enforce strict action on those doing these actions. They found nothing and had no choice but to give up their search for the time being.
Grimgar had claimed the body of King Samson as a justification for him being the third prince of their country. Parv had no choice but to comply. They lost their king's body as they grit their teeth. The treaty also robbed Parv of its riches and after the watered-mouth of winning nations was finally satiated, Parv once again regressed to a state of hopelessness, akin to the time before the arrival of their now-deceased monarch.
For a brief moment, the late king had brought forth a glorious era of affluence and progress. However, it was fleeting, and soon enough, the nation descended into a cutthroat state of survival. But, as if summoned from the shadows, his kingmaker emerged to take the helm of the failing state. Arat, the holder of the Mandate, revealed himself as the chosen one to guide Parv through this dark period of regression, sparing the nation from further decline.
The humans and Elves were not the only enemies; their king had thoroughly humiliated the Ancients, and they now owed a visit to Parv. The first course of action that Arat took as the Mandate dictated was to seal off the nation with an old defensive fog known as God's Breath, which had in the past been used to imprison their people. The irony was that it now served as the only protection against outsiders, and not even an Ancient dared to breach it. Despite the world's covetous eyes on the pie, the sudden isolation and repeated unsuccessful attempts to penetrate Parv ultimately dissuaded them from pursuing any further attempts to divide the nation for their own gain
JUST AFTER THE KINGS DEATH
Edenberg couple charged relentlessly towards Clandor seeking revenge, but their path was blocked by two men - Norwin Grimgar and the left commander, the traitor who had contributed to the downfall of Parv. Sierra was consumed with fury and, along with Rudolf, was prepared to fight until their last breath. However, Norwin presented them with the stillborn child and offered a proposition that forced them to reconsider their path of vengeance.
Upon beholding the lifeless legacy of their child, Sierra embraced the infant boy with great tenderness and accepted Norwin's proposition. She and her husband departed from Genas and were not seen there again for a long time.
This was the day that Genas lost three great protectors, but as the old story came to a close, a new beginning was ready to unfold.