Rono stood before the ancient temple, the air thick with an ominous energy. The stone structure was ancient, weathered by time and covered in moss, but there was something undeniably powerful about it. His eyes narrowed as he looked at the intricate carvings and cryptic symbols etched into the temple walls. The language was foreign, an ancient curse that no one alive could understand. It pulsed with an energy that resonated deep within his core, tempting him to explore its mysteries further. But despite his strength and thirst for power, Rono knew better than to meddle with things he couldn't comprehend.
With a deep sigh, he turned away, leaving the cursed temple behind. The power he sought was not here, but somewhere else—somewhere that could fuel the revenge burning inside him. Revenge against those who had wronged him, against the world that had cast him aside. Rono was no ordinary player; he was driven by a deep, seething rage that could only be quenched by destruction.
As he moved through the realm, gathering followers and building his forces, he named his alliance the Black Tide. It was a fitting name for the storm he intended to unleash. The Black Tide would rise, swallowing everything in its path, tearing down any player, any faction, that stood in their way.
Rono's eyes burned with the intensity of his desire for vengeance. The Black Tide would be the instrument of that vengeance, and anyone who dared to oppose him would be swept away by its fury. He traveled from place to place, rallying like-minded individuals—those who sought power, those who thirsted for destruction, and those who were outcast, much like himself.
Word of his alliance spread quickly through the realm, and soon, Rono commanded a growing army. His followers, drawn to his charisma and the promise of unimaginable power, rallied to his banner. They were relentless, ruthless, and ready to follow Rono to the very edges of the world if it meant claiming the power they all craved.
But even as his numbers grew, Rono knew that the true test was yet to come. There was something else out there, something beyond his grasp—something even the Third Alliance feared. The curse he had felt in the temple lingered in his thoughts. Whatever power lay hidden there, Rono would not rest until he claimed it for himself. He would not only take revenge on those who had wronged him but also rise above the others in this realm to become a force that no one could challenge.
His mind raced as he calculated his next move, plotting a course that would lead him to even greater power. The Black Tide would not be content with small victories—they would take everything, and then they would take more.
Back at his base, Rono addressed his growing army, his voice cold and commanding. "The world has turned against us, cast us aside as if we were nothing. But we are the Black Tide, and we will drown this world in chaos. We will tear down the Third Alliance, and we will take the power that rightfully belongs to us. The time for hiding is over. The time for vengeance is now."
The army of the Black Tide roared in approval, their hunger for power matching Rono's own. The stage was set for the most brutal war the realm had ever seen, and Rono would stop at nothing to claim the throne that was his by right.
But even as Rono prepared for battle, he could feel the weight of the ancient curse he had discovered pressing on his mind. There was something he didn't understand about it—something far more dangerous than anything he had encountered. And as he delved deeper into his plans for revenge, he realized that this curse might not only change the course of his life but of the entire realm itself.
The Black Tide was rising, and the world would soon know the true meaning of vengeance.