The Fomorian King had been killed during the great war thousands of years ago. After the defeat of their race, they hid themselves from the world.
Since then, although they were sighted every now and then, most of the Fomorians kept a very low profile and no longer made waves in the lands of Midgard.
But, that could soon change.
Once they came to recognize a King, whom they would follow with everything they had, one of the most powerful forces in the world could stage a comeback.
“They came here to see if the descendants of the Firbolgs are still thriving and are also on the lookout for the Stone of Destiny.” The Elven Queen frowned. “We all know the answer to the first matter, so let’s talk about the Stone of Destiny. Do any of you have any idea where it is?”
“That’s right,” the Fairy Queen commented. “If we know where it is, then couldn’t we all protect it and ensure that it won’t fall into their hands?”