In the year 856 of the world calendar, two significant incident took place that shattered the balance of the world and reshaped the order of nations.
The first was the fall of the Myleran Dynasty of the Myirean Kingdom. The renowned family of wielders, the famed rulers of the fertile land of Myirea, were wiped out in a single night. Every member of the Myleran bloodline was found slain, without a trace of the killers. Every servant, guardian, and knight present in the castle were slain. None survived or so the world was told.
Rumors spread. How could a lineage of such formidable wielders guarded by the strongest of kingdom knights fall so easily? The question haunted the entire nation. In the chaos, seizing the opportunity, the High Duke, Lord Kiare, rose in power and eventually declared himself the savior of the kingdom, was crowned the new king of Myirea.
The second incident was even more shocking, The Annihilation of the Asur race. Labeled as the "Devils of East" throughout the world, Asurs, the race of warriors bounded by their own code and their lord's will were known to be the strongest, their mere name invoking awe and terror in many. Legends called them the mightiest race to walk the earth, beings who worshiped strength and lived for the honor of combat.
It took the alliance of three great kingdoms to bring them to their knees. Even then, two of the three kingdom's armies were decimated and almost bringing the third to ruin the Asurs fell, outnumbered and surrounded. Their blood painted the eastern plains crimson, and their name was consigned to infamy.
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The world was left in chaos. As echoes of these incidents spread across nations, another event unfolded in shadows, unknown to any living soul, "The Meet of the Fallen."
In the south eastern reaches of the Narga Forest, two individuals were spotted slipping into the woods by an unknown individual. Both were heavily injured, and their bodies wrapped in tattered cloth. The two, were walking down the forest aimlessly beneath the shadow of ancient trees whose roots spread throughout the forest, with no purpose, until they were spotted by a 'predator' of the forest.
Throughout the continent of Yeur, it was known that Narga forest housed countless dangerous beasts and horrors. None who had entered its depths returned to tell the tale.
With each step, their strength waned. The taller of the two collapsed breathing heavily. The smaller one knelt beside him, whispering something softly. From afar, the unknown observer watched all of this in silence.
The smaller one placed her trembling palm on the fallen figure's eyes and gently closed it, as he lost his breath. Tears traced down the smaller one's face, yet she did not notice the shadow that loomed behind them. The predator had drawn near; it's presence dreadful and breath heavy until it stood just behind the knelling figure.
As the beast's heavy breath swept across the back of the knelling figure. A shiver ran through her as the air thickened. With instinct guiding her of an intimidating presence, she turned meeting the creature's gaze. Her eyes locked with its own, two blood red orbs burning with hunger.
Its enormous body rippled with muscles beneath thick, bristled fur, dark as charred wood. Blood-red eyes blazed like molten iron, glaring with feral hunger. Two massive tusks jutted from its lower jaw, curved and jagged like cruel scythes. Its broad back arched high, each bristle standing like steel needles, while its snout twitched and flared, sniffing the air with sharp, wet grunts. Drool dripped from its maw as it snarled, stamping the mud beneath its hooves with thunderous force.
The boar let out a roar and immediately, swung one of its massive limbs towards the girl. The girl frozen in fear, tears streaking her face, she barely managed to escaped the boar's grasp. The ground shook and splintered beneath the impact, chunks of earth flying as the girl stumbled, landing just few feet away, trembling and facing the boar once more.
Once again, the boar swung one of its massive limbs towards the helpless girl. The girl frozen in fear, raised both hands in front to shield her face. As the boar's limb was about to crush the girl, the bushes from about hundred meters away twitched with an unnatural motion, the boar while attacking noticed it and barely registered the sudden strike; a heavy kick slammed its face, halting its attack.
"Tch…, it noticed," the girl heard as she narrowly avoided her death. Slowly, she opened her wet eyes, and she faced the back of an individual little taller than her, his silver hair catching the dim light. His legs were encased in smooth, obsidian fabric; half armor, half uniform; crafted for agility and stealth and on his upper body he wore nothing.
A jagged scar ran down his back, still faintly pink and little red at the edges, evidence of a wound not fully healed.