In a world divided by magic, where ages of wars created tensions and hatred between humans and Granted, a force of pure malice appeared; slowly ravaging and killing everything. A young human boy, would get himself in the middle of this new war for survival in a world torn apart by pain. Follow the adventure of this hero-to-become that tries to heal generations of anger and save the world from Darkness.

Demons of the fog

Ingus looked at the three figures standing in front of them with such a high presence. The eyes of the eldest met his, it wasn't a threatening stare but it was cold. With Elonidas to their side they approached the elders. All three of them bowed slightly in respect to the royals and Vardus reciprocated with Ingus following quickly. Hordward on the other hand was just bothered by all this but he decided not to make a fuss and stay silent for now. Elonidas then spoke, his voice reverberating in his chest before coming out greatly yet no shouting. 


Elonidas: "Respected ones, the Princes you requested to meet" 


Fend'lir: "let's get inside if you please" 


Meeting the elders: Intrigued