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A treaty, forged centuries ago, had brought peace to Mythrendel.

Each realm, Ebonshade Keep, Lunairis and Obsidia, had sworn to protect the island’s delicate balance, the very lifeblood of their existence.

But what caused this treaty to be formed in the first place?

The air crackled with an electric tension, thick with the scent of ozone and the tang of blood.

The battlefield sprawled before them, a tapestry of chaos woven with the clash of steel against steel, the roar of magic, and the screams of the fallen.

It was the culmination of a war that had consumed the land, a war that had pitted brother against brother, lover against lover and friend against friend.

Darkness consumed the weak, turning them against their own.

In the heart of the storm, three figures stood, their presence casting long shadows that danced across the ravaged land.

Lord Garth of Ebonshade Keep, his eyes burning with an icy fire, stood at the forefront of his army, his black cloak billowing in the wind like a bird in flight.

Beside him, Queen Torenda of Lunairis, a shimmering phantom of moonlight and starlight, wielded her enchanted bow with a grace that belied the deadly intent in her eyes.

And King Belial of Obsidia, a whirlwind of flames and shadows, his presence a furnace of raw, untamed power.

The air around him crackled with a palpable heat, scorching the very earth beneath his feet.

Three powerful beings, protectors and rulers of the realms that sit within Mythrendel.

The war lasted for hours, soldiers, unknowing of the outcome, continued to thrash and slash at the dark, consumed creatures.

After a long, traitorous war to repel the darkness that overwhelmed the land, the war was almost lost to them.

On the eve of the final battle, the three rulers met under the secret of nightfall when all hope was fading.

Under the moonlight, the treaty was formed, magic woven into its words, binding those present into a careful balance, providing them with the power needed to win the war and defeat the darkness.

After a long and tedious battle atop the barren land, the darkness was subdued, locked away by the power of the treaty, unable to be destroyed, merely contained by the magic granted for the treaty.

It was time, time to barricade the darkness forever; for generations, this powerful pact would carry on thriving.

Letting the land live with a sense of security, not once breaking and reliving the past of those who had succumbed to the dire torture of the darkness.

For years, the land has known peace and tranquillity that has teetered on a delicate balance between the three immortal beings. But this year, this year had a powerful sense of change in the air.

This is where everything changes. This is the year the world stopped, the fate changed, and hearts broke...