A massive war broke out in the kingdom of Eldorin against the savage hordes of orcs, leading to the fall of the ancient kingdom. After a fierce battle that lasted for days and nights, the last surviving members of the kingdom tried to escape into the depths of the dense forest, hoping for salvation. But the orcs were swift and merciless, catching up with them.

Amidst the darkness and the raging sounds of battle, the Fellowship arrived at the battle site to provide support, but it was too late. King Eltharion was slowly dying, a treacherous spear having pierced his silver armor and stomach, sealing his fate. He leaned against one of the ancient trees, breathing heavily, his eyes filled with sorrow and regret for his beloved kingdom.

Beside him, one of the knights tried to help, but could only listen to the king's muttered, unintelligible words, carrying ancient secrets and wisdom.