Prologue: War of the Tears of Fire
**50 years ago, on the plains of Midegarde...**
The sky was torn by flashes of mana and volutes of miasma. Midegard's allied armies - humans, elves, dwarves, dragonkins, Amazons, and Phoenixites - held up against the demonic hordes. The cries of the dying mingled with the roars of the monsters and the war songs of the Wyvern knights.
In the middle of the battle, a **Dragonkin** stood up, his golden scale armor twinkling beneath the flickering light of spells. It was **Kael Drakenfeu**, general of the dragonkins and last descendant of an ancient bloodline. His eyes, like fiery embers, swept the battlefield. Around him, the corpses of demons and allied soldiers piled up, forming a mountain of flesh and metal.
**Kael!** screamed a voice behind him.
A black elf, his face stained with blood, rushed towards him.
**The portal... It grows! If we don't stop it now, all is lost!**
Kael turned his gaze to the horizon. A huge demonic portal, black and pulsating like a sick heart, poured waves of demons. Winged **High Demons**, their fallen wings dripping with miasma, were leading the assault.
"We have no choice," whispered Kael, squeezing his fiery sword. **I'm going to seal the gate.**
The elf grabbed him by the arm.
**You won't survive! No one can contain so much miasma!**
Kael smiled, a sad but resolute smile.
My lineage is cursed, Eldrin. If I have to die, let it be for something bigger than me.
He turned to his troops, raising his sword to heaven.
- **Dragonkins!** he roars, his voice carried by the wind. **Today we become legends!**
His soldiers, exhausted but determined, raised their weapons in response. Kael closed his eyes, invoking all the power of his lineage. Golden scales covered his body, and lightning wings emerged from his back. In an instant, he transformed into a lightning dragon, his immense figure dominating the battlefield.
**For Midegarde!** he screamed before heading to the portal.
The demons tried to stop him, but they were reduced to ashes by his lightning. Kael plunged into the portal, his body exploding into a wave of golden light. The portal closed in a deafening rumble, leaving behind a dead silence.
On the battlefield, the survivors fell to their knees, exhausted but victorious. Eldrin, the dark elf, picked up Kael's broken sword, his tears running down the blade.
**You gave your life for us... But at what cost?**
In the distance, the first rays of the sun pierced the black clouds, illuminating the ruins of battle. The **4 Floating Fortress**, built from the cores of the most powerful monsters, were beginning to rise in the sky, symbols of fragile peace.
But in the shadows, something was moving. A severely wounded **High Demon** crawled to a crevasse. Before disappearing, he whispered:
The blood of dragons is not extinct... We'll come back.**
And so, the **War of the Tears of Fire** ended. But the scars she left would never heal.
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