Prologue
*Screech*
"The Athreals are growing complacent. They are mere branches of our greatness and to have fallen this ... low is proof of their weakness. Riches do not last and neither will they, if they do not achieve what was proclaimed."
*Screech*
In this shadowless room of darkness, a man with long, flowing hair, piercing gold eyes and a slender figure slowly stood up.
*Screech*
He held a longsword with a chain wrapped around it like a coiling snake. The silver blade was inbeded with three glowing stones, one green, another yellow, and the last blue.
*Scree--*
He sheathed the blade. The room was dragged out of the darkness and into the light. The screeching stopped. All that lay unchanged was the man himself. His eyes still
*Screech*
"The Athreals are growing complacent. They are mere branches of our greatness and to have fallen this ... low is proof of their weakness. Riches do not last and neither will they, if they do not achieve what was proclaimed."
*Screech*
In this shadowless room of darkness, a man with long, flowing hair, piercing gold eyes and a slender figure slowly stood up.
*Screech*
He held a longsword with a chain wrapped around it like a coiling snake. The silver blade was inbeded with three glowing stones, one green, another yellow, and the last blue.
*Scree--*
He sheathed the blade. The room was dragged out of the darkness and into the light. The screeching stopped. All that lay unchanged was the man himself. His eyes still