The sky was ablaze with a strange
crimson hue, as if the world was taking its last breaths. Remnants of flying
towers scattered across the horizon, and meteors fell from the cosmic fissures
of chaos opened by the last battle. "Kael," the last surviving
guardian of the Covenant, stood at the heart of the vortex where the shadows of
all realms converged, surrounded by his former brothers, now adversaries.
The battle of the gate had ended, and
the walls of isolation between the seven realms had crumbled, allowing ancient
entities, long thought forgotten in the legends of distant ages, to seep
through. "Eirel," daughter of Light, stood beside him, weary, her
hand glowing with the embers of the First Letter, a spell used only once in
existence.
She said in a trembling voice:
"This is it,
Kael. If we don't seal the rift now, there will be nothing left called time."
Kael closed his eyes, and within him,
he saw all he had lost: his family, his mentor, his homeland devoured by the
northern shadows. Yet he bore no hatred, only the realization that all this
pain was a result of the entities' failure to maintain the balance of the
realms.
He opened his eyes and extended
"Nimora," the Sword of Dimensions, forward. He cleaved the air, and a
circle of light exploded amidst the darkness, forcing the shadows to retreat
for a moment.
But from the heart of the vortex
emerged "Lusar," Lord of the Lost Shadows, returned with unparalleled
power. He was not a being, but a shadow that contained all realms within him.
He said in a booming voice:
"You are too
late. We have returned, and your sun shall not rise again."
Eirel whispered:
"Kael... now."
Kael spread his arms and began to
chant the words of the First Letter. The earth trembled beneath him, and the
heavens cracked. The forces of light and shadow intertwined in a final war. In
an instant of exploding light, Kael sacrificed himself, binding his soul to the
rift, transforming his body into a seal that imprisoned the shadows once more.
Eirel screamed, falling to her knees,
but it was too late. The gate was sealed. Everything stopped.
The world quieted, at least for a
while.
Centuries passed.
The story of Kael and the heroes of
the gate became a whispered tale among narrators, and painted on the walls of
ancient castles. It is said that Kael did not die, but was reshaped into a star
that shines above the burning tower.
The wise ones said that peace had
come, but those who read the ancient shadow books knew that peace was temporary.
For deep within Mount
"Ormar," where no light reached, tiny shadows whispered:
"The seal
weakens... and new blood ripens."
And in a small, remote village called
"Tilmar," a child was born with eyes that shimmered like twilight...
No one knew that the First Seal had returned.
His name was "Arin."
No one knew that his first cry tore
the veil between light and shadows, nor that his birth coincided with the
trembling of the talisman that sealed the First Gate.
And in the corridors of "The
Shattered Mirror" castle, an ancient statue trembled, and a small crack
opened between its eyes... as if something was preparing to return.
Thus, a new era
begins