In one of many dimensions certain world exists it is called Iulia. Iulia is a world filled with many races other than humans, magic is a common thing in this world and also wars are as well.

War is the most common thing in this world, all the races fight for supremacy for their right to live and survive.

Alliances are made and broken with a flick of a finger that is how frail they are.

The mortal races of Iulia waged wars against each other from the beginning of time, many bloody battles had happened, many nations,empires,tribes and kingdoms have disappeared, but where there is death there is also life so in their place many new cultures appear.

But in the end, they all repeat the same thing as their predecessor.

That is why the foolish mortal races of Iulia have failed to notice a dark,evil and sinister force that made its way from the far north.

At the time no one knew what was going to happen to their world, no one.

They came like the dark tide that engulfed their world in darkness, death, and despairs.

The dark legions marched forwards on the mortal races, everywhere they stepped the life would wither away and left only the darkness behind, they were truly the horrors that walked upon the land in their dark armors no one knew what they were.

And at the head leading the dark legions was the dark god Tirihin The Immortal.

He was truly an immortal being that could not die no matter how many have tried none have ever succeeded.

The mortal races of Iulia were in despair all seemed lost to them, they have given up and surrendered themselves to their fates.

But hope was not lost, for the divine beings came down from their high temples to lend the aid to the mortals, but no matter how much they fought they still weren't able to stop the tide of darkness that the dark god Tirihin brought with him they could only delay him.

The time that was given to the mortals was not wasted, the divines showed the mortals an ancient ritual that was supposed to summon the beings from another world with equal power as Tirihin.

The mortals did their ritual and summoned the beings from another world to their surprise there were many of them that wielded great powers.

The summoned beings that looked like the race called humans accepted their fates and trained hard for the time the divines had given them was nearing its end.

And so it came the last battle for Iulia the last remaining armies of the mortal races, humans, dwarfs, elves, beast man, orcs, and the night kingdoms of the vampires and lastly the beings that were given the names of saviors were also present, vampires can only live for two or three hundred years but they are not immortal.

"Pitiful mortals, no matter how much of you insects gather you shall not live to see another day"

A dark figure clad in black armor and helmet with strange looking horns was holding a giant sword made out of bones and skulls was standing on the hill, behind him similarly armored soldiers and strange grotesque creatures that looked like some mad scientist had sewn together different parts of creatures.

"Dark one the only one that will perish this day shall be you and your abominations!" the one that yelled back at the dark god was a man clad in white armor and helmet riding a white steed, behind him different races of Iulia gathered and stood proudly and bravely.

"How foolish" spoke the dark one as he raised his hand and pointed at the army of the allied races.

"Slaughter them all, leave none alive" as he spoke his words the dark legion behind him raised their demonic voices as they charged down the hill at their enemies like mad dogs.

"Charge!" similarly, the white knights raised his voice and the two armies charged at each other.

The two armies clashed, and it was painfully obvious that the allied armies were vastly outclassed by the brutality and strength of the dark legion the soldiers were dying left and right.

If they were chopped down by the giant swords and axes the black ones were carrying they would get blown apart or eaten by the monstrous and grotesque creatures.

Seeing the state of the allied army the white knight and few of the summoned beings charged through the sea of enemies, when he arrived in front of the Tirihin only he remained.

"Dark one this is where you meet your end and your rain of terror and darkness ends!" the white knight yelled at the dark god as he charged with his sword at him.

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"Foolish creature, no mortal can slay me!" the dark god raised his sword up high and swung it down upon the white knight.

But he was too confident in himself, the white knight dodged the incoming attack and managed to cut off his left hand.

"You, how is this possible no mortal can harm me!?" the dark one was enraged so much that the earth started to tremble beneath them.

This is where the real fight began, it lasted for three days, between both him and the white knight and his legion against the allied races army.

"This....was not....supposed to end....like this" the one that spoke those words was the dark god Tirihin, he was on his knees his armor was battered the horns on his helmet broken and his once intimidating huge swords was shattered into tiny peace.

His chest was pierced by the sword that was once in the white knight's arms.

The white knight looks similar to the dark god, he was bleeding heavily and his armor was shattered as well.

"Know this...mortal...I never truly...die...as long as the darkness in this world....exists I will never disappear" those were the last words the dark god Tirihin spoke as he slowly disappeared from Iulia.

"No matter how many times you come there will alway be someone to stop you" the white knight looked at the sky as he spoke his words.

The world celebrated the first and last victory over the dark legion and the dark good, the white knight that killed the dark god and the remaining summoned beings created a country where all the races were welcome and could live peacefully.

The white knight was given the title of the savior king and kingdom that he built is called the Nosian Kingdom.

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Four hundred years have passed since the creation of the Nosian kingdom and the defeat of the dark god and his dark legions.

Inside a small temple and old woman that was dressed in high-quality clothes was kneeling down and praying to the statue of the knight that held his sword up high.

Suddenly she started trembling and her eyes went white as she laid down on the ground.

When her eyes returned to normal she started to tremble once again and sweat dripped from her forehead.

She stood up and started to run towards the door of the small temple, when she reached the door she started to yell "Guards! Guards!".

When the two knight in silver armors entered they readied their weapon and looked at the old woman "What is the matter revered oracle!" the guards asked in a serious tone.

"Summon the king immediately!" she yelled while she trembled.

"Yes!" the guards responded and immediately left the temple.

It was not long when the footsteps were heard and a bearded man in his nightgown entered the temple along with the knights.

"What seems to be the matter revered oracle?" the king asked in a polite tone.

The man was the current king of the Nosian kingdom a direct descendant of the first king and the founder of the kingdom.

"My king hear my warning, I had a vision the darkness was engulfing this kingdom, no this world just like in the old tales when the darkness almost swallowed this world, it will happen again if we do not act!" the old oracle spoke with trembling voice.

"That can't be, the dark legions of the old are only the tales for little children to scare them at night!" the king yelled at the oracle as he was little annoyed.

It is true after four hundred years the mortal races have forgotten the horrors of the old.

"I beg of you at least use the ancient ritual, even if I am wrong the summoned beings can at least help you in some way" the old oracle pleaded the king.

After some time the king stood up and looked at the oracle "Fine I will do as you say, they might come in handy against those wretched orcs and their savage tribes".

"Summon the court magicians and tell them to prepare for the summoning ritual!" the king yelled as he walked out of the temple.

No one knew at that time what this summoning would do to the future of Iulia.

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Prologue chap.

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