The sounds of battle cries and clinking metals don’t seem to cease. While your men and the demonic forces of the Trakhatan Empire clash in the exterior of your kingdom’s palace, you are brought to your knees by their army commander in your fallen king’s throne room.

You are surrounded by his immortal undead army. The smell of death and decay permeates the air in constant waves.

“Give it up, Warrior of Light. I’ve captured your king and his heirs. What more do you fight for?” Ruvaen asks, circling your fallen form like a crow upon gold.

Every bit of your body hurts. Your mana reserves have been depleted.

Before you is Ruvaen Olaynore, the Lord of Death himself, born with the mark of the exiled Goddess of Darkness and blessed with the power of necromancy. The same man prophecies foretell would be defeated in your hands.

The man is Emperor Murata’s right hand. His loyal companion and executioner.