Legend of Arian

Volume 1

Prologue

And so it began, the last war for survival, led by the undying Emperor and his four Arch-knights.

Sebastian, the Mighty, Ravil the wise, Sejuana the frozen and Geralt the brave. The four represented the might of the Heavenly empire that remained standing for thousands of years. Now, and today marks the end of the struggle. This fight was the last hope and final battle that mankind will ever have to suffer through, the fight for survival and supremacy over the land.

Their enemies were none other than the Nephilims. Bound to serve a great Demonic Overlord that was once sealed within the depth of earth. These beasts had only one desire, to murder and destroy, their actions were direct, and their strength was unparalleled. In combat, they prevailed, and in deceit they were masters. Abhorred, undignified and most vicious.

Their way around the blade and magic was unmatched. And so was the reason for why they were to die. Mankind launched the final attack against these beasts, eradicating them to their last, yet this cost an unbelievable sacrifice where more than half humanity was destroyed at this reckless attempt.

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The four knights gathered arms, each with their respective army eclosed upon the land of the demonic region, eradicating any and all that stood in their way. The reason was one, and the purpose was single, the Nephilim must perish so that we can survive.

The cost of the war ended once the last leader of these beasts fell, then. And only then were they able to shout cries of joy, as many were overwhelmed with joy and sadness at the same time.

The joy of having defeated a great evil, and sadness for having lost close friends, family, and loved ones.

In the aftermath of this battle. The four knights spread through their ranks looking for any surviving members if found then only the sharpness of the blade was their end.

Yet even through careful search, none were found. The reason was simple, they had all perished. And now, the demon has no one to unseal him, has no one to revive him and for that. The lives of those that managed to survive will be safeguarded.

That is until Geralt the Brave had entered the barrack of the last stronghold of the Nephilim that he heard the cries of a newborn.

His mother that looked to be quite similar to a human woman, but with the only difference of having a paler shade of skin than a regular woman, she was found by him. Dead as she must have taken her own life. Her child that was barely months old was staring at the man with comprehensiveness. Could only make a smile and title its head. He was no different than any innocent young child.

He looked at him and saw something different than all those that he killed before. This child…was untainted. He has yet to hear the call of the Demonic lord. He only had one red eye and one that had the color of the sky.

The man held his blade against the unknowing child, ready to deliver mercy. This child has no place left in this world. And so the blade struck down…