A war between the countries of Delwing and Smogal had been going on for 250 years. However, in the year 19 A.D., A group calling themselves the Dark Fangs gathered among the traitors of Delwing and Smogal. The Dark Fangs have one island that they created as their homeland, known as Evil Isle. Only with Evil Isle for support, the Dark Fangs have managed to take over almost all of Delwing and Smogal, with the help of their leader, a sorcerer named Razalar. Now Smogal and Delwing have no choice but to join forces and use skillful tactics to attack the Dark Fangs. But the Dark Fangs have very formidable warriors, and the United Forces are running out of soldiers. Prince Aurissa of the United Forces, last of the Lorangel clan, boldly steps forward and takes command of the battlefield, as his father, King Arion, is very sick, thanks to a battle wound the Dark Fangs inflicted on him. This story starts with Aurissa preparing for the upcoming battle…

“Hack hurk!” King Arion coughed.

“Father!” Aurissa cried. They were located in King Arion and Queen Xiang bedroom in the west wing of the Lorangel clan’s castle. Arion pulled up his sheets and blew his nose.

“Aurissa…” He croaked. “Don’t let the kingdom fall. I believe you can do this, and this will aid you on the battlefield…” As he said this, he leaned over and tried to get up.

“Father, stay down! You’re in bad enough condition already!” Aurissa said.

“F-f-fine. Look… in… the… trapdoor…” Arion moaned and then coughed again. Aurissa opened the trapdoor and examined it. There was one oval shaped object about half a meter tall and a foot wide. Aurissa picked it up slowly. It was surprisingly light.

“W-What is this?” Aurissa said as he spun around. There was no answer. Aurissa darted to his father. He wasn’t breathing. Aurissa cursed and threw the oval shaped object in his pack. “Father… I’ll make you proud!”

As Aurissa ran down the green trimmed carpeted marble staircase to the main hall, Arion’s second-in-command Cauraura nearly bumped into him.

“Where is Master Arion?” Demanded Cauraura.

“He’s… gone.” Mumbled Aurissa miserably. Cauraura swallowed hard.

There was a long silence“ It’s up to us then. We will restore this world to peace once more!” Cauraura declared. “ You take command of the warriors. I’ll get some mages and archers for the back line for the back of the army! Aurissa nodded, then hurried towards the dining room, which was huge with its 19,000 seats. 7,000 were currently occupied.