Before the stars had names, before the moons watched over the world, there was only light... and the shadow that followed it.
A forgotten prophecy. A princess born under the gaze of the Four Moons. A kingdom where all races once gathered in peace...
This is a story told like no other. A story where a connection exists between times and eras, where the only ambition is knowledge, culture... and power.
In a world completely different from the one known to man, lived in a way parallel to our own. A world where no single era reigns, nor does a single culture dominate. A world where the most incredible places exist, where adaptation led its inhabitants to coexist with their surroundings, to love their beauty, to respect their magnificence, and to honor it with pride.
A world where the unimaginable was possible, the unheard was believable, and the impossible... became real.
A beautiful world, barely recovered from its catastrophic independence.
Its name? Szfilgard.
What is this place? Why is it so enigmatic? Why are its people so proud, respectful, and fearful of it?
Because in it, times prevail as one. Just as the wolfmen, the Laykans, live in a Victorian and modern era, the most technologically advanced beings, the Azur, inhabit a post-nanotechnological age. Mythological beings such as the Valkas, Norse peoples such as the Doreans, medieval warriors such as the Serpenos, and necromancers such as the Keh'ros, share this beautiful world along with a great variety of cultures and races.
But before time began to be time, many events had to unfold. Before this land became completely free, a fierce battle was waged against an ancient, dark, powerful, and mythological being.
A being from the dark caverns of Skobos, a place that has existed since the Moons and Suns danced freely upon the earth, smiled, and celebrated their primitive discoveries.
He has had many names. Names now spoken only by storms, active volcanoes, the creaking of stones, and the devastated earth. But in the world of mortals, all fear to hear his name and beg the Moons never to see him alive again.
He is The Vrag, commanded by the Corrupt Sun. A being shaped by time, born in the Fire Mountain, the largest volcano in all the kingdom of Ragnarok, where day and night rays of fire lash the ground with immense power and devastation.
His body is semi-human. One arm of Palantio and another of flesh, with a cloak of fire adorning his back and a crown of burning magma upon his powerful horns.
A being full of wrath, of power, and with an army of thousands of legions of fallen, resurrected, chained, tormented beings, subjected to his cruel and vile will.
A battle waged on the now vast fields of Vigoria, which was the main settlement and seat of the 18 Kingdoms of Szfilgard. A place where a small piece of every race and culture lived together in peace and harmony, peacefully sharing the knowledge of their peoples and communicating it to their superiors for greater understanding among all.
There, great cultural values, priceless objects, and thousands of innocent lives were lost.
He was defeated by the champion of champions, king of kings, example of examples, and role model: General Arkâmid Gladius Delos. A brave warrior who sacrificed himself by entering the beast's body and cutting its heart from within with his sword of primordial Palantio, accompanied by the bravest Ellsant ever known in the entire world.
Thus bringing peace and harmony to the 18 Kingdoms.
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