In Venadyl's capital, Yawrzidr, in the underground of the royal palace called Ygretamuaht, a gathering was held for the kingdom's elite mages.

The Cigma group, with all its members except its leader Aigam Zigam, was present, descending beneath the palace via a secret passageway. A large, spacious room stood before them, barely lit, with a blue circle at its center, filled with magical lines, reminiscent of a summoning circle.

The subterranean ceiling was fitted with a lever that allowed it to be opened, giving a view of the sky directly over the circle.

Cigma's mages positioned themselves around the circle, with other, less powerful mages behind them and royal soldiers in the corners.

Footsteps could be heard, as several people prepared to meet them.

The most powerful mage Aigam appeared, and with him the King of Venadyl, Rapha Wisym Ygreta Venadyl, followed by his escort and advisors.

“My king!” this word came from everyone's mouth, followed by a traditional salute as a sign of gratitude to their liege.

His majesty Rapha Wisym Ygreta Venadyl simply ignored them, his body slim and his face stiff with age, the noble king seemed to have become lifeless.

The mages in robes, the guards in armor and spears, all understood that Venadyl was in a desperate state and that what he was about to do was their last card to play, their trump card...

Unperturbed, Aigam overtook the king, who remained in position, close to the circle.

“Let's get started, Cigma, prepare the gangways,” he says, looking very serious.

Aigam wore a heavy, full robe that hid even his face, and carried his cane, the handle of which appeared to be a goat's head made of a very misterious black material.

Four Cigma mages advanced from the four cardinal points, carrying with them what appeared to be a mirror, each point observing the circle.

Aigam advanced to the center and began to recite an incantation, magical energy began to gather, the center grew darker and darker.

“Open” Under this order from Aigam, guards on different floors operated the levers, in the dark night the full moon illuminated the circle.

This primordial magic had never been used until now, because it was so dangerous. It had been discovered through dialogue with the tenebras.

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It was never intended to be used because it was so dangerous, but the Venadyl Kingdom had no choice: the giants were going to destroy the Kingdom and exterminate the Venadylians...

It was the only solution...

Everything depends on Aigam, thought the king, watching intently as the magician raised his hands, imploring dark shapes.

A magic that allows demons to be summoned and transformed into weapons to destroy Oosa.

“Oh I invoke you dark king” said Aigam

“Accept my offering and accept my request”, the fists clenched together while the intense reddish glow of the mage's eyes seemed demonic, particles of darkness emerged from the circle and shapes began to appear.

Aigam, regardless of his power, had never won the trust of the king and his advisors, whether it was the folly of his previous creations or his dangerous ideas. If the kingdom wasn't at war, he would probably have had the mage imprisoned, but today he had no choice but to rely on him...

A light appeared from the four mirrors and a barrier sprang up, preventing the darkness from spreading any further.

From the south to the lands of the Dwarf Kingdom, from the east to the Kingdom of Bal and from the west to the Empire of Oosa, everyone could see a ray of tenebrous clouds rising up to the heavens from the Kingdom of Venadyl...

In Volgia, Gu and his warriors decided to move forward. The giants were not in the habit of fleeing in the face of fear, but would soon regret their decision...

In Oosa, at the palace of the three stones, in a vast outdoor garden, the young Demi-Giant Kho watches from afar as a beam of darkness pierces the distant skies. Kho regains his composure and, alone with his claymore, continues training to become a warrior.

Kho faces the void and launches a dive attack, his execution speed is remarkable but he's not satisfied, “I'm tiring too fast...” he thinks.

“Excellent, master,” says a human servant in Kho's service.

Long blond hair, dark blue eyes, slim but muscular waist, he continues, ignoring the servant's words. He struggles on, sweat pouring off his body before collapsing...

“Dule bring me some water, I'm thirsty,” he said, turning and staring at the servant.

The servant looks once more at the Demi-Giant's face, which is different from that of the giants, yet neither is it human: fangs and savage claws can be seen, and the gleam in his eyes is nothing like that of a human.

Dule was a warrior from a country now destroyed, that of Lorem. He hated the Giants, but preferred to surrender and become a slave rather than die.

If his life had become a living hell, everything changed when he entered Kho's service in the palace of the three stones. His hatred of giants was still burning, but he wasn't a hater of Kho.

"Dule!"

“Right away, Master Kho” he said before taking a huge jar with him. Dule was tall for a human, but even so, he wasn't half Kho's size.

“‘Here, master’ presenting the jar to Kho, who drank several gulps before stopping and observing the thread of darkness.

“Tell me Dule, do you know what this is?”

“I'm afraid not, I've never seen anything like it in my life, Master” Dule observed again before adding...

“But it gives me the shivers, like something terrible is going to happen...”

“I was thinking the same thing Dule, something terrifying is going to attack us...”

Back in Yawrzidr, from a portal of darkness a mass of demons emerges and, advancing in all directions, the royal palace is filled with flames that rise straight to the moon.

The capital of Venadyl has descended into chaos, in a deathly silence, a massive demonic army with their king, prepare to continue the massacre...