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Flame set ablaze lush forest, mountains and plains divided apart by powerful weapons, created for mass destruction. The skies were a perpetual twilight, shrouded in the malevolent clouds of their rage. It was the Thousand Years War between Humanity and Daemons, the war that tore apart Earth and devour any life. A meaningless war, corrupted by the obsession of the two fronts in winning. Neverknowing that they destroyed the very earth the lived in.

However, on a fateful day, as the war reached its climactic peak, a mysterious woman appeared. Her every step on the lake of innocent blood exuded an eerie elegance. Her robe, woven from threads of obsidian and crimson, mirrored the state of the foolish war. Raising her hand high, she bellowed a single word, "Kalabendu."

As the woman spoke the word "Kalabendu," a powerful wave surged through her body. The earth beneath her feet trembled, and from its cracks, a magnificent sight emerged. A white tree, unlike any seen before, burst forth from the ground, its roots diving deep into the earth, and its branches piercing the sky.

The tree stood tall and majestic, its trunk as white as snow, illuminating the charred lake where it grew. Its leaves were a brilliant crimson, shimmering like rubies, beautiful and graceful. Yet when the crimson leaves brushed against the fallen bodies of soldiers, shadows arose. These spectral creatures, with jagged fangs and razor-sharp claws, emerged from the very darkness itself. They hunted the living with unbridled ferocity, tearing them apart and draining their life essences. The land was soon engulfed in a swift swarm of darkness, and no one was left alive to tell a story.

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Until the eerie silence engulfed the battlefield, the woman stood above the sky, just like an angel came from the heaven to judge the living beings. Yet, when it was all over, she disappeared, leaving the tree shining ominously. When all soldiers ceased to exist, so did the woman and the shadows.

From that day on, whenever the two warring fronts attempted to renew their conflict, the woman would reappear, summoning Kalabendu and unleashing the shadows upon the world. With each appearance, more lives were lost, and fear grew in the hearts of all who lived in that war-torn land. The cycle continued until four white trees stood tall, and humanity and demons found themselves depleted and weakened, with no armies left to fight. Forced into an uneasy truce, they had no choice but to abandon their ambitions for total victory.

The woman singlehandedly ended the Thousand Years War. Yet she left a haunting nightmare that passed from generation to generation. The absolute being that could plunge the world into chaos. The Highest Queen that stood above all mages in the world.

And so, they named her "The Black Death," a moniker that would resonate through the ages. A warning to those who foolishly tried to disrupt the peace on the land.

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