Light of the Ancients
PROLOGUE Part 2
It has been two years since the Hero of the Runes Raguna slayed the Great Evil and the Dark Sorcerer, bringing peace to the land.
Now, in a twist of fate, the cursed Blood Moon returned to the world, and with it, another evil seed fell from the sky.
This seed spawned a creature so hideous, so terrible, that the Hero was quickly called to action.
However... The Hero was nowhere to be found...
The Divine Dragons searched and searched, but they could not find him. The World's greatest heroes also looked for him, but if the gods could not find Raguna, how much more would mere mortals?
Thus, the world was on its own against this fearsome beast, and it was a losing battle.
The Divine Dragons were quickly outpaced, and defeated, and the Terrible Beast moved to destroy them.
With the World's Guardians gone, the people tried to fight the Terror with their armies, but it was a disaster. With so many horrendous casualties, the armies of Man, Dwarf, Elf, Univir, Mermaid, and Monster were soundly defeated... Even the Knights of the Polonic Order, the finest warriors on the planet, were destroyed. Using their magic, they managed to seclude themselves from the rest of the planet in order to save themselves and the Sealed Palace, having hopes that the Hero would return.
The world was on a knife edge... No Guardians, No Hope, and No Hero...
It was the time for the people to return to the ways of their ancestors- who hundreds of years ago prayed to the gods for end to this wrath.
Unfortunately, their pleas were not answered, and the Terror continued to ravage the planet...
Until one day when the Terror ceased its attacks and entered a deep sleep, but not before destroying the northern half of the continent.
Even then, the fiend sent its dark monsters to attack the weakened population, but the population managed to hold them off.
Using their remaining forces, the world managed to drive back the invaders long enough for a large wall to be built... A wall so large that it separated the North from the South.
From there, the world built up from its shambles in the south, while the Terror slept and his armies ravaged in the north.
But hundreds of years have passed... The Wall is growing more into ruins... The People are losing hope... and worst of all, The Terror is awake...
Would the World survive a Second Assault?
Will the gods answer the cries of humanity? The mourning of elfkind? The sorrow of the dwarves? The lament of monstrosity?
Most of importantly of all...
Will the Hero ever return? Or will a New One rise to take his place?