High along the jagged mountain ridges overlooking Morzeth, the wind howled like a warning through the stone. Snow and ash mingled in the air, carried from distant battlefields and corrupted lands alike, settling upon two forces that stood in absolute stillness.
No horns sounded. No banners waved.
Only silence—thick, suffocating, and on the verge of shattering.
On one side stood the Eldorin Order.
Forged in war and tempered by countless battles against demonic forces, Eldorin was no ordinary military faction. It was an elite convergence of knights and magicians, each member honed for a singular purpose: the eradication of demons and the corruption they spread.
Their formation was precise, their auras steady, their presence alone enough to bend the tension in the air.
At the forefront stood Leon.
