Escarnia, Valley of the End.
WHOOOOSH—
The storm sweeping across the wilderness carried an air of corrosion and decay.
The armored man stood beside the military camp at the entrance of the canyon, his pitch-black armor seeming to swallow the light itself.
If anyone had caught a clear glimpse of the man's face, they would have been shocked into stunned silence.
Vortigern.
The despicable king who had usurped the throne, plunging Escarnia into the mire of war.
According to Scout reports from the Knights Alliance Forces, Vortigern should have been holding court in the Royal Capital of Escarnia. However, he had unexpectedly appeared on this battlefield in the borderland wilderness.
CRACK—
The sound of dry leaves being crushed came from nearby.
This was a gentleman dressed in luxurious, seemingly elegant and composed attire, but the pallor of his face was distinctly inhuman, betraying his identity as a member of the Blood Tribe.
