Deep inside the dark fortress known as Nightfall Citadel, the sorcerer Malvyr stood before a massive stone window.
Dark clouds moved slowly above the black towers of his fortress.
In the center of the room floated a magical mirror filled with swirling shadows.
Inside the mirror, Malvyr could see a faint image of Arian and his companions leaving the ruins of Velmora.
Malvyr's eyes glowed with anger.
"So… they have found the second piece."
One of his servants stepped forward.
A tall armored warrior with glowing black armor.
"My lord," the warrior said, bowing, "shall we send more hunters?"
Malvyr smiled slowly.
"No."
"The time for hunters is over."
He raised his hand.
Dark energy spread across the room.
From the shadows, dozens of creatures emerged.
Some were shadow beasts.
Others were armored soldiers with glowing eyes.
"This is only the beginning," Malvyr said.
"My army will rise again."
He turned toward his general.
"Prepare the Legion of Darkness."
"The boy must never reach Mount Draknor."
Far away, across the valleys and forests of Eldoria, dark forces were beginning to move.