Storyline

It's the year 913, these are dark times for the Kingdom of Krasten... King Sarba of Darlàn had declared war to the Region of Solhòm and its King Eldran, in order to unite the whole Kingdom. For 21 years... these lands have been tortured and stained by the blood of men... I was one of them. For 21 years... King Sarba's thirst for conquest took its toll on the whole Kingdom... I was there... "A true King must be capable of understanding the consequences of death" But everything would change in the year 925... Prince Cornelius ascended to the throne of Solhòm after his father's death and brought strength to his people. In the following years, what initially seemed like a sure defeat, begun to turn into hope. He doesn't know, but I hoped... It was only in 934... When Darlàn's victory seemed imminent, that some of King Sarba's men started to believe their King had gone mad and changed the fate of the battle by making a deal with King Cornelius. King Sarba had turned his strength into weakness. His perfect war machine fuelled by his own cruelty ended up scaring his own people. When Darlàn's throne fell... I was there... It was the dawn of a new Era, one that was full of opportunities for both regions. King Cornelius left the people of Darlàn keep their lands as he agreed to, allowing them to build their own city-state. Darlàn, as the rest of the Kingdom, was finally rid of the roots of evil. ...Or so they believed. But the blood spilt to gain that peace wasn't even worth a couple of decades. A dark and sinister figure was lurking in the corners of the Kingdom, waiting for its right time. You could feel it in the air. I could. But he doesn't know... A young and pure soul will be able connect the dots. He doesn't know... But I was there. He doesn't know... That I will show him the way.