The Unexpected Call for Help
As Veran and Raigor discuss the Dragon's words, a wounded messenger arrives at their camp. His body is covered in scratches and wounds, his cloak torn, and his eyes wide with terror.
"H-Help… Maggor… is under attack…!"
Raigor jumps up. "Maggor?! Who's attacking him?!"
The messenger clings to his arm, his eyes clouded with blood and fear.
"It's… something we've never seen before… Creatures of shadow… a force that annihilates everything in its path…"
Veran exchanges a look with Raigor. This can't be a coincidence.
The Shadow Behind the Throne is already moving its pieces.
The Siege of Maggor
When they arrive at the fortified city where Maggor has established his trade domain, they find an apocalyptic scene.
The streets are overrun by shadow creatures, formless entities that devour everything they touch. The buildings are half-destroyed, the sky above them is obscured by a black fog that seems alive.
On the roof of the main palace, Maggor fights desperately with his men, using blood magic to push back the shadows.
"Finally! You decided to come?!" shouts the vampire, his face covered in cuts and his fangs bared.
Raigor leaps forward, sweeping away some of the creatures with his sword. "What happened here?!"
Maggor grins, even though it is clear that he is about to collapse. "I don't know! But they don't just want to destroy... they want to take something from me!"
Veran narrows his eyes. "You? What?!"
Maggor hesitates. "...Something I found a while ago. An ancient artifact. But I thought it was just a relic!"
Raigor grabs his collar. "Where did you put it?!"
Maggor swallows. "In my personal crypt. But now... it's too late."
In the heart of the city, a shadowy figure emerges from the fog.
Tall, with red eyes that burn like embers, and an aura of pure terror.
Veran feels the chill creep up his back. That thing... is not normal.
The Shadow Behind the Throne has sent an emissary. And he won't go without a fight.