Barkan was a elite soldier, son of the patriach of werewolves, he showed his might in war.
During the pale wars, he massacred tens of thousands of troops on the pale wars, he destroyed several outposts in the Western front, making araclo empire have its supply chain completely severed, making it unable to send support quickly enough.
He was a loyalist, brave fighter, filled with pride, yet he didn't hold beast supremecy.
When topis managed to outlast the beast army, he genuinely admired them.
Due to his great merits, he was sent to the newly established Frenzy Beasts Battalion, hoping that when the Battalion rose, he would occupy a senior position.
But the seven days of apocalypse changed everything, Oldia almost fell, Beast cavalry was annihalated.
But what made him angry was the undead's lack of warrior heart(or any heart in fact). They didn't fight duels, they used their weaker soldiers, sending them to their deaths in order tire beasts out and kill them.
They descreated the bodies of the fallen, they turned their blades to the innocent, they were nothing more than mere monsters.
When the Frenzy Beasts Battalion held a meeting on whether to march to the undead's capital, he was the one who convinced them to, as he felt is should end the war.
This became a decision that still haunts him, half of his battalion, people who he has laughed and drank together with, died in an ambush. The battalion leader, someone who taught him the ways to war, someone who always backed him up, died in front of him, sacfricing himself to save Barkan.
Sad and pained by the such heavy losses, they were met with artillery of their own kind who mistook them for undead.
The Frenzy Beast Battalion was officially disbanded, with him being one of the few hundreds that survived.
This caused his heart to bear strong resentment, ultimately changing almost 70 percent of his light attribute to darkness. Unfortunately this only weakened him, as light and dark restricted each other, making it impossible for him to use them unless they mutated or fused, something that wasn't very common, very rare in fact.
He absolute DETESTS the Treaty of Oldia, DETESTS that the people who soldiers died protecting would be sent to the undead fro a second life they never wanted, DETESTS that his kingdom wasn't powerful enough to destroy the Noid.
But today, he left those thought at the back of his mind, as he was here, in Sparks Empire 's capital to meet his new friend.
Gerald, he believed his name was, someone who has fought with him against the undead, for whom he had specifically made this trip.
They were currently walking down the streets of the capital, with Gerald showing him around,however, he didn't fail to notice the lost looks of the citizens.
Barkan had learned about the situation of the sparks empire from his father. After the rebellion fifteen years ago, it had taken various loans from chambers of commerce in order to truly be self reliant. Not to mention that in order to defend its territory from possible attacks, it imposed various treatises.
The Blood Law act that forced 10 percent of its citizens to be in the military at all times, the empowerment act that forced all its citizens to serve in the army for at least two years after reaching adulthood otherwise they would be executed. Not to mention the low control the empire has over its twelve provinces.
However, it was not good day bad about someone's country especially when your visiting that said country, so Barkan kept quiet.
As they were walking in a alley, Barkan saw a weird shop with weird name, asking Gerald about what it was. Gerald was also confused as he had never seen this shop.
Curious they both entered the shop, where a young man sitting lazily at the counter. Gerald immediately froze because sitting in one of the weird chairs was the seed mage that commanded him, someone he wished dead.
The boss explained the rules of the so called 'cafe' to them, making them very doubtful, but Gerald thought that since a seed mage was playing the so called game, it should be true.
Although the price was expensive, soldiers lived much more comfortably than civilians, notentoon Gerald was elite guard. As for Barkan? Let's say that having good background works wonders, especially in terms of money.
They both followed the instructions of the boss, but on choosing the 'game' they chose what the boss said was a new game called 'Eclipse of the realms'.
Gerald chose the nickname of Gold guardian, while Barkan chose the nickname of Fenrir (they don't worship him, its just a coincidence).
They were immediately enveloped by a flash to light and appeared in a black void, hearing and ancient voice.
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The world was whole once. Its rivers flowed in harmony, its skies unbroken by shadow.
Then came the Sundering — a wound in the fabric of creation, tearing the land into a thousand drifting shards. From that wound spilled the Abyss, a churning sea of darkness that devoured everything in its path.
Against this creeping doom stands the Eternal Empire, a realm of iron and magic. Its armies march in shining plate and runed steel, binding the fragments of the world beneath its banner. To its people, the Empire is salvation — order in a world collapsing into chaos. To its enemies, it is a conqueror that will not stop until every shard bows or burns.
Yet the Empire's banner does not fly over all the realms.
From the dust of forgotten battlefields rise the Ebon Legion — the deathless remnants of a civilization older than the Sundering itself. Bound in blackened armor and powered by necromantic cores, they march without hunger, mercy, or end.
In the shadowed forests and shattered spires lurk the Umbral Courts, exiled Highborn who traded their souls for forbidden magic. Their beauty is as sharp as their cruelty, and they see all other races as prey.
Across the plains roar the Gorefist Tribes, colossal ogrekin bred for war. They live for the clash of steel, believing the Abyss itself is a worthy foe to challenge in single combat.
And far beyond the Riftward Isles dwell the Veylun Concord, a race of violet-skinned mystics and strategists who wield soul-linked weapons and fight as one mind. They claim to seek peace — but only on their terms.
And always, the Abyss waits. It seeps into forgotten ruins, festers in the wild places, and whispers in dreams. It cannot be bargained with. It cannot be reasoned with.
Every day, the wound in the world grows wider.
Every day, more is lost to the dark.
And every faction knows the truth — in the end, they will stand together… or be swallowed whole.
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(Heavily inspired by the numerous hammers of war)
(I originally wanted to do dark souls but then thought, hey if we are gonna torture them, let's torture them thoroughly so, its eclipse of the realms (custom name), but i still have not written or thought about really what's its gonna be about other than just war, so feel free to give ideas)