In a world, Light and Darkness intersect in the very meridian of; Terraria.
for Eclerions and Æons, since the beginning itself, humankinds have ruled and lived in these notorious lands, skies and star systems, where it is there to be shaped by whoever should shape it.
Do with the world of Terraria what you will!
Do with it what you can.
While you still can.
For the Calamity is coming,
And the great warriors of the past will be desparate to stop it, but they will be punished.
Nothing will stop the Calamity.
Chronicle 1 :
I - COMAETH ŔEN CAELAMÍI
Above the wide horizon was a ominous red light, eclipsing the sun as it inevitably went down upon the grand mountains of the Terrarian plane.
The people of the town could only gaze on it, their judgement, as the sky turned from orange to black from the treacherous night.
But the light, it stayed.
On the battlefield ahead, a circle with nothing outside but barren wastelands, the ravaged grounds, only them two in it. About to settle this conflict.
The traitor,
And the tyrant.
Statis, The once great tactician who went dormant for years after betraying his master, then rose up once again, inspired by the first great rebellion. This was a costly move to flank the lord's frontier, but if he could manage to destroy Yharim himself, it will instantly end the war.
Now they have eye contact, even though the lord is much taller than Statis, giving him a chill through his blood. But his anxiousness was quelled, as he remembered why he came here, to achieve freedom either by victory or death. He will destroy this tyrant! He began to charge his energy, filling with adrenaline.
The tall figure remained dead silent and still. In fact, one would only assume that he is looking at Statis, as his helmet makes it impossible to see his eyes, if he even has any.
Then suddenly, lunging at the tyrant Yharim. Over and over again, slashing and aiming for weak spots, pressure points, A furious flurry. But he exhausted quickly, not planning to preserve his energy for defensive measures. There was no point. He then lightly fell to the ground, breathing heavily, he had thrown everything he had.
He looked up as the smoke he made cleared. Statis would finally be redeemed, the world remembering him for a hero, not for a coward, or for a murderer. It was finally over, all these years of anguish and despair at what could have been. His tears were anxious relief, but when the electrified gas finished out, they suddenly turned into hopelessness. He yelled at the unfazed tyrant.
The tyrant had both of his arms crossed leaning on his sword. His golden armour encasing what seems his whole body, but then his cloak darkening most of it. his visor lifted up with his head, only to look down on the warrior. Statis made one last attempt. but his warcry was cut, as the lord removed his head, before his tears could come out.
The Lůmdren, his warplanes, rush into the town over his army's heads as he looks over there. This was only one obstacle towards his goal.
Coma errín Calàmitas.
All but three Terrarians were wiped out thirty-eight years ago.
The three empires have fallen, replaced by the Nation of Yharim, who is going to use the coming catastrophes to complete his destiny of conquest and manifestation of the lands and skies of the world called Terraria, the greatest of the centre regions, therefore greatest of the galaxy AE, therefore the greatest in the cosmos.
Thus continues the fateful tale,
of the universe's finale.
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