Prologue
The freezing mist slowly sapped the remaining life from the assassin cross. The crumpled figure slumped to the ground, desperately gasped for air as he clutched his stabbed abdomen. Blood stained the snow laden ground. A scarlet trail can be seen meters from the struggling warrior. With all effort he tried to crawl back to the camp as soon as possible.
He was not alone after all. He saw how his comrades from Rune-Midgard, Schwartzvald, and Arunafeltz fell in one blow. He saw, in sheer terror, how his men, trained vigorously for this conquest of the new world, were killed in a split second. With a flash of light, a hoard of unknown creatures swarmed the camp. The creatures were not even from the fields of Manuk nor Splendide. Shape-shifting humanoids attacked his men. Neither a warlock's spell nor a royal guard's defense contained the sudden strike.
The assassin cross continued to slump as he made his steps back to the camp. From a distance, he could see a ray of light shining up towards the sky. He heard the faint sound of chanting he could not make sense, probably due to the blood he has lost. Suddenly, the ray of light opened up a hole in the sky. The assassin cross wailed in pain as his soul was forced into the giant dimension hole.
Back in the camp, as the robed men continued chanting, a man with a white beard and flowing robes stood in front of a battalion of creatures. He raised his arms and proclaimed.
"From this day on, the Rekenber Corporation shall rise from the ashes! These nations shall bow down to us, and the whole world shall be ours!"
Indistinctive shouts and cheers followed the man's proclamation. The dimension hole, meanwhile, continued to siphon hoards of creatures from Manuk and Splendide.