Prologue: Untitled Story

It was dusk, the last rays of sunlight had finally disappeared beyond the horizon and the forest was quiet. The shade of the night had covered the landscape brilliantly making the lush terrain almost impossible to navigate. To any typical person this would be a nightmare, unwillingly losing themselves in the soundlessness of the witching hour, but to this particular group of individuals it was the key to success. Without noise the group traveled onwards, the silver of their weapons reflecting in the moonlight that streamed through the breaks in the above canopy. Somehow, everything seemed to be perfect, like nothing could ever slaughter the magic in the air. Perhaps tonight the luck of the gods would be on their side, but unfortunately none of the men held faith. Still they advanced, to them saving the last hope for their empire was more important than all of their miserable lives put together...

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