king von harold. the corrupted lord of the western block of the sacred lands.. over a decade. you and him been fighting for power. while you emitated justice. he was the banner of evil all along. the fall of king mansfield.. it saddened and angered you to the point of boiling. and when von took the throne above the prince's will. it was clear declaration of a new formed tyranny. one that you and the rest of the zodolords -warlords in hazagandian- had to stop.

a whistle seemed to be formed by the air surronding you all. the revloutionary army was followed by the people's arms standing against the imperial guards. under a sacred promise.. "we shall burn the lands and force the skies to fall! all in our might! the prince shall be freed by the rise of light!" you all shouted.. and then. he appeared.

"ya weakling lil' scums.. do ya think ya stand a chance to me?! come on 'en!. charge!! for i am the man who drank the blood of god!!!"

standing in front of the golden gateways of the palace. his sword held by his right and his infamous shield held by the left. he shouted with his most prideful myth that he kept saying. and in what it seemed his last days.. he said it once again. it was clear now. it's either you or him.