The
Death of Wonder
Approximately 2,400 Years Before the Emrosian Empire
Alhu
The
great central city burned. Those few survivors dispersed into the surrounding
forests hoping to find succor somewhere far from these devastated lands. The
charred soil was littered with the corpses of the slain. Alheen and Firlosii
warriors, their allies the stout folk of the distant Mountains of Ice, as well
as the southern demons.
The
trail of the dead led south, a hundred miles of carnage. A swath of destruction
carved into the land, leading to the mountains from whence the demons spewed
forth.
Deep
below the ruined city a dozen figures surrounded another. They each carried
their exhaustion plainly.
“Are
you sure of this?”
“There
is no other option. They must be kept at bay. This power must be controlled.
They cannot handle it.”
“Then
so be it.”
“I
am sorry my friend.”
“It
is the only way.”
Sorceries
flared from the dozen figures, wrapping about the central figure, his body
contorted with pain as he was lifted from the ground. He aged millennia over
the course of mere moments. Wisps of light spiraled about the man as he was
locked into a timeless prison of agony.
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