Earleyton Elrond

PAST,

Destruction.

All one's eyes could extend, only devastation occurred. 

Homes were ravaged, lives dying endlessly, injured one writhing in pain.

Five hundred years ago, things took a turn for the worst.

The sky was dark, maroon spots all over the used-to-be twelve kingdom of Rose. 

The air was thick, tense, people from afar were hiding in their homes, an atmosphere of horror was dispersed. 

'Although I came to cease my Delilah's breaths as she escaped from her cage but I ended up meeting a fascinating man,'

There he was, the man in a black armor, ripped cape, panting, arm bleeding badly, his one eye was slashed too.

Breathing was heavy, steps stumbled yet he stood firm in the air, holding his soulless iron firmly.

"Creatures such as yourself are vile. You must be obliterated,"