Prologue – The Legacy of the Past
In a certain day, a certain month and a certain year in the Continent of Inotia
Fate…
What would it take to change human destiny?
Consumed by the whirling chaos of destiny…
We humans…
… We are unable to act as we truly desire
It was dark, at that ruined village. Corpses could be seen here and there, both humans' and dark elves. Thus was the normal sight when the great war between human and dark elves. Between the light and darkness.
A man was walking hurriedly across the village road with a large two-handed blade as his weapon. His hair is silvery white with blue eyes gleaming with worriness. His face was good looking, with fashionable clothes and armor. Yet unfortunately, it was stained with blood as proof of his long journey of bloodshed.
A loud devilish laugh could be heard from his back. The man quickly turned 180 degrees, only to see two dark skinned and pointy ears. Dark elves, that was the first thing that came to his head. But with further inspection, their bodies was quite small with a exaggerated pointy nose. They must be the Imps, ally of the dark elves in this war.
They look at the man mockingly and brandished their shining blade before started to talk.
"Bua ha ha ha… You can't run everywhere."
"Surrender! Keh heh heh."
"Bah, I got no time for these guys." muttered the man. "have to find Irene!"
"Keh heh heh! We've got all your friends!"
"You're the only one left."
The man paled after hearing the Imps' words, but quickly recovered. His battle spirit grew dramatically and gripped his large blade strongly. Then he muttered softly.
"No…! …No way. Irene has been captured by them too?"
"Don't worry." continued the Imps. "You'll join them soon. Keh heh heh!"
With a loud screech sound as their war song in battle, they lifted their blade high and charged straight toward their enemy.
Their enemy just standing still, took a single deep breath, and dodged the first Imp swiftly before knocked him with his left bare hand. The first Imp lost his momentum and tumbled behind the man. He even didn't look at his back and quickly blocked the incoming second Imp's attack with his blade by a single right hand.
Without any excessive movements, he pushed his blade forward resulting in the swaggering of the Imp. While the Imp swaggered backwards for several seconds, the man quickly turned behind and cut down the Imp who just standing up. Blood spilled along with the cry full of agony.
He quickly turned again with his left foot as the center of gravity. With a swing of his large blade still by his right hand, he rested his blade on the Imp's shoulder and threatened to chop its neck off.
"Tell me! Where did you take the villagers?" asked the man impatiently.
"Kyaa… I'm not going to tell you, you dirty Human!"
The man then put his aura into his sword, preparing to execute a skill which caused the blade to glow brightly which lightly cut the Imp's skin, drawing out blood.
"I'm running out of patience!" urges the man.
"Kuhek… wa-wait!" muttered the Imp quickly. "They're… they're in front of the Town Hall to the north!"
"North!" repeat the man. "You better not be lying!"
"Bah, I have no reason to lie!" said the Imp. "You'll die anyways, keh heh heh!"
"Shut up! Go before I change my mind!"
He released his glowing blade from the Imps neck and slam in to the ground, causing many small rocks to burst out. A small crater can be seen at the ground where the blade hit.
"Kyaa… Just wait because it is still not over…" cried the Imp while running away.
"Is that where they took Irene too?" he muttered softly. "She better be okay!"
And with that shout, he set off to the north of the village with his blade as his companion and the Town Hall as his destination.