The land of Eldoria was drenched in blood. The previous stains hadn't even faded when the new crimson piled up on them. Layer by layer, red dyed the royal city Myrthiana.
Then, like some ominous curse, it spread toward other cities.
First to the city of ruin, Ferni, where Soren was hiding. Then toward Uzera, healer's paradise, where Klein and Capsian were getting treated for the wounds Darius had given them.
Before they even saw it coming, the Archduke had ruined every church, and like a man on a suicide mission, he slaughtered everyone who dared to step in his way.
Old, young, innocent, killers, orcs, beasts, animals, even plants... none were spared.
It was so brutal that the cry for help resonated in every corner of the world.
The mortal realm burned. And in the heavens, a mother's heart shattered beyond repair.
Goddess Myrthia, still waiting for her beloved son's return, was devastated when Xion perished.
If only she hadn't been so consumed by other matters.
