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

With neat precision and a heavy blow on the back of the head, two guards fell. Voram proceeded to walk past the two guards she knocked out. She walked towards the room she knew to be where the king and queen sleep. She gently pushed the door open to a mostly empty room. Aside from the curtains that were closed and the carpet still lying there, nothing else was on sight, not even a bed. She sighed in exasperation and closed the door then said something. She opened the door again and entered the realm of the Paladins. She fumed as she sat on a chair looking up. Khaleus was sipping some hot beverage as he looked at her amused, he talked holding back a laugh in his throat. 


Khaleus: “That sounds like you still couldn’t find it.” 


The leader didn’t look at him and just extended her arm up looking at her fingers. 


Voram: “I never expected the king to be this cautious about his apartment…but it means I was right, he does keep what I need in there.” 


Dark fear I : Overthinking