The Knight Of Euphemia

"She is the progeny of the devil."

The final blow was laid down. A sword through his heart.

Followers of hell had slayed the Knight.

"A prophet, I am not. But I shall curse this land, which dared to deprive us of our bond. He shall honor my promise, and he shall bring the rot to your land. Not for my selfish will, but for the eradication of true evil."

With the corpse of her beloved in her embrace,

Euphemia was sealed forever.

As the dust settled, a new dawn emerged.

'The Immortal Land Of Euphemia. A place that refuses to wither down even after several millenniums of prosperity. Kingdoms have come and gone, but none of them carried the strength and Valor of the holy land, protected by the will of the warrior goddess Astarte.'