Two thousand five hundred years ago during the reign of the first king of realms.The world witnessed its first war It was a sunless afternoon when igur rode down the hill, followed by a line of extuated men on horseback. The wind carried the scent of rotten blood long before they reached the field below. The land had become a graveyard. Bones and flesh covered the earth, nobles and servant lay together indistinguishable in death.weath meant nothing here, neither did titles,before death all men were equals. It was truly Hell. But what could have brought such a ruin to a once prosperous little land? This wasn't a battle between kingdoms for this was the first, nor was it a civil war. It was something far worse. The kindgom stood surrounded by water on a small continent called fluoa. No ship yet crossed the seas and no foriegn armies could have reached them. It was a war between man and devils. At the center of the ruined field stood Grut the halo demon of twelve seals,he bled from countless wounds conceived after a long battle between his minion and the first king of men—Igur the first. Igur stepped down from his horse and walked towards Grut . "Sir, it's unsafe,he's healing,"One of his men shouted, grabbing his arm. "Let go,boy," he said calmly,"a king can not rule cowardly." He stepped within a striking distance of the demon, he drew his sword and let the scarbard fell to the ground. "Today if the heaven be for us,"declared Igur," we shall vanquish darkness." Grut let out a big laugh. "I admit," he muttered, as he's body's wounds closed up and flesh restored itself, "you are troublesome." He gaze sharpened. "But it too early to get cocky." Slowly he raised his finger, pointing at Igur.
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